Page 15 of A Wild Heart


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“Need to fuck you, baby,” I growled, cupping her breasts, biting the pretty pink tips.

“Please,” she said, head thrown back, both of her hands clenched in my hair, holding me to her. This was fast and dirty.

But I had all night to take my time. Right now, I just needed to be inside of her.

I wrestled a condom from the wallet in my jeans before I pushed them down my legs, all the while tonguing her gorgeous, small nipples.

I rolled the condom on, praying I didn’t come from that small act alone, she had me so damn worked up. Pulling her wet panties to the side, I stared down at her pretty pink pussy, the smell of her all around me making me wild.

My mouth watered as I eased the crown of my cock inside of her, pausing there, notched in her tight hole. She was so tight. So snug, I growled low, taking my time, inching in. She felt like heaven on earth.

God. I wasn’t going to last long.

“Fuck me,” she said in that sultry voice that made my dick jump inside of her, and for fuck’s sake that was the last thing I needed.

I slammed home. Hard. And she gasped, wrapping her legs around my ass, holding me inside of her, panting into the quiet room.

Our gazes met and I stayed still, pushed to the hilt, filling her up, my head buzzing with her, my skin vibrating with need.

Long gone were her sad eyes. Instead, they were blistery, full of heat and fever, ready to burn me up, and I was even more drawn to them.

I had a thing for fire.

“Shit,” I groaned, turned on beyond belief. Powerless against the small woman under me. In disbelief at how she made me feel like a sixteen-year-old novice again.

I was a forty-four-year-old man who was barely holding his shit together and she knew it.

She threw her head back and gave a throaty, carefree, euphoric laugh that hit me square in the chest.

But I didn’t do the kind of feeling that knocked around near your heart, so I pulled back, slamming into her again, our sweat-slicked bodies so close I couldn’t tell where she began and I ended.

No, I didn’t make love. I fucked and that was exactly what this was, make no mistakes.

She looked up at me with a smile. And I was right, her eyes disappeared when she grinned. It was fucking radiant like the damn sun was shining in my dark living room in the middle of the night. I could barely stand how gorgeous she looked full of me.

Her hard nipples dragged against my chest. Her nails scratched along my scalp. I felt it all too acutely. It was almost too much, she and I.

Our mouths met again and again, teeth clashing.

My brain buzzed with an awareness that it had never been like this. That it would never be this good again.

But I pushed that out of my mind and fucked her like my life depended on it. I fucked her like it was the last time. Because it was.

One and done. One night, that is. That was all I did.

I pushed into her tight heat over and over, hard and quick.

Strummed her clit with the pad of my thumb and watched her body ignite.

“Yes,” she cried out, her body locked tight, her heat milking me, drawing the orgasm out of me.

“Jesus, so fucking good,” I groaned, emptying myself with a long jerk, falling on top of her warm, welcoming body.

We lay there, me practically smothering her, the only sound in the dark living room our loud breathing.

I took a deep breath, noting the room smelled like sex and flowers. I pushed my face into her hair. Yeah, the flower smell was coming from her gorgeous brown head. I wanted to roll around in that shit like a pig in the mud.

This woman was dangerous. I should have pulled myself off of her and taken her beautiful, sad eyes and euphoric laugh in the middle of sex ass home. Instead, I was thinking about all the other things I could do with her ass if she stayed the night. Yeah, I’d have my fill of her and then I’d send her packing.

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