Page 105 of When Hearts Collide

Man and woman. Fighter against fighter. A huntress and her prey.

We’re a mess of scratches and kisses, tangled limbs and gyrating torsos, our bodies like flint stones sparking with every graze and every scratch.

I swallow her cries with my lips, my mouth parched and needing her sweetness to quench my never ending thirst, my hands clamping and kneading the round swells of her ass, my fingers skimming over the delicate strings of her panties until my fingers reach the forbidden hole in the back.

“Fuck. You’ve been walking around campus practically naked under your dress.”

My hand comes down hard and slaps one cheek, and she whimpers before gyrating her hips over my cock, which is so hard it’s practically plastered against my abs.

“That’s for tempting me, Millie. For driving me insane, so I forget who I am and what I stand for.”

Slap.

“That’s for making me break my rules. For making me want to be selfish.”

Slap. Slap. Slap.

My hands rub the globes of her ass after each strike. She moans against my mouth, and I feel her juices dripping on my cock.

“Safe word, Millie. Stop this.” Please, stop me.

My fingers move to the front and slide under the delicate lace. “Dildo in your underwear, you naughty girl.”

I dislodge the toy and plunge two fingers inside her soaked channel, and she lets out a loud mewl, her lusty sounds echoing in the room.

“I’ll never say the safe word because I feel the safest when I’m with you, Ryland,” she whispers, her eyes heavy-lidded, her lips swollen, her voice drunk with pleasure.

“Fuck.” I saw my fingers in and out of her pussy, curling it at an angle so it hits her g-spot with every pass. She cries out my name, her pussy getting impossibly wetter.

“My dirty student. A good girl on the outside, but a whore on the inside. Just for me. God, you’re so fucking tight. You need more, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” she moans. “More, Ryland, more. I want everything.”

My mind is hazy with pleasure, not able to form any more words and with a hoarse grunt, I tug her underwear to the side and slam myself into her tight cunt, groaning as her pussy takes every inch of my throbbing cock.

“Yes!” she screams, bucking against me, and my vision turns red.

I bite her neck as she claws my shoulder blades, my hips hammering against her, my balls smacking her ass.

The wet sounds of our skin slapping against skin accompany the rumbling of the thunder, and we’re overtaken by the tempest in our souls. The hurricane. The tornado. A tsunami obliterating the last defenses of my heart.

My balls grow taut, the pleasure climbing into unbearable euphoria. My eyes only see her, my Millie who is strong enough to take the challenges the world gives her, my ears only hear her sweet voice, capturing every moan and cry into memory, my lips only taste her sweetness, the honeyed chocolate drug I’ll never get enough of, and my skin only registering her warmth, her vitality.

The walls of her pussy tremble and throb. “You’re strangling my cock, little lark. Your greedy pussy wants every drop of cum from me.” I pant, my dick thickening and lengthening unbearably so, and sweat drips down my forehead. “Come for me. Be a good girl.”

Millie arches her back, her eyes rolling back as her muscles lock before trembling.

Her lips part and she lets out a harsh cry as her pussy clenches my cock in the tightest vise and wetness sluices out of her. “Ryland!”

Black dots cloud my vision, the pleasure sharpening until I reach the point of no return, and with a few more punishing thrusts, I clamp my teeth on her shoulder and white-hot heat shoots up from my balls to my shaft. I follow her into bliss, my cock throbbing, and I unload spurts of cum inside her.

My monster roars inside me, satiated for the first time in his life, and I tighten my arms around her, our hearts racing next to each other, the thudding adding to nature’s symphony.

I cover my lips with hers, needing the connection. A burst of heady warmth floods my chest, and it’s then I know.

It’s too late.

My heart has escaped my rib cage without me noticing. It has been living outside of me all along, nestled against hers.

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