Page 120 of When Hearts Collide

“Yes, little lark. If only you can see what I see. Fuck. Your walls are strangling my fingers. I can’t wait until they’re clenching around my cock. Come, baby. Scream my name.”

Then his teeth clamp down on my clit.

I explode, the fireworks lighting up my entire body. “Ryland!”

Liquid gushes out of me and he licks it all up, each swipe of his tongue prolonging my orgasm.

“Fuck, that is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen,” he says, and he climbs above me.

My eyes blink open, my vision hazy as I take in his flushed face, wet with my essence, the male satisfaction shining in his eyes.

I reach up and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips, and he grinds his large cock on my stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum on my skin.

With a strength I didn’t know I have, I flip him around and straddle him. His eyes widen in surprise at the reversal of our positions.

I want to fuck him, to dominate him this time. I want to drive him crazy like he has done many times to me.

I want him to let go.

Wordlessly, I grab his hands and place them on my breasts, my hips lifting so his tip notches against my sensitive entrance.

My hair tumbles over my face as I stare down at him, finding his gaze heavy-lidded, a banked fire inside his eyes. He kneads my breasts, his thumb flicking my nipples.

I slide home.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans and shakes beneath me.

I answer with a whimper, his hard cock nearly spearing me in half, the sudden pain blending with the sharp pleasure in a heady cocktail.

Tossing my hair back, I arch up and move over him, gyrating my hips in a maddening rhythm.

I clutch his hands on top of my breasts, our fingers interlacing as I increase my speed, every glide of his dick hitting me deep inside, in the sensitive spot no one has ever reached except for him.

The pleasure wraps itself around my heart and burrows deep inside.

The headboard thumps rhythmically, and the bedsprings squeak as I increase my speed.

My fingers tighten against his as the walls of my pussy tremble around him once more. Wetness seeps out with each glide.

He lets out guttural moans and my eyes fly open, finding his gaze pinned on me, his mouth parted like he’s desperate for oxygen. He grips my fingers and tits to the point of pain, but I barely notice as I bounce harder and faster over him.

Ryland’s face turns red, sweat dripping down his forehead, his breathing harsh as he shakes beneath me, and I know he’s close.

“Yes, baby. Your hard cock is ramming so deep inside me,” I murmur, my voice shaky. His cock twitches and lengthens even more.

His lips move, but no sounds come out. His eyes glaze over.

“I’m addicted to you and your fucking cock. Professor. You want to come in my hot, wet pussy? Because I want your cum. All of it. I want you to stuff me full of yourself so I’ll leak whenever I walk.”

A roar tears from his mouth and his head falls back, the muscles in his neck flexing.

His beast comes undone.

He grips my hips tightly, his hips snapping up like a battering ram.

“Fuuuck,” he growls.

His cock throbs and pulses as he unleashes ropes of cum inside me, the hot liquid pushing me off the cliff. I scream and collapse on top of him, my orgasm hitting me like a ton of bricks and we ride the high together.

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