Page 53 of Hidden While In Sight

Another type of red caught his eye. Her Bible still rested on the couch, now beside her head.

Ashford had fucked her on that Bible, ripping the pages.

Diego’s clean hand shook as he reached for it, lifting it carefully and moving away from her. He set it on the end table that held the lamp and the duplicate Bible he’d given her that she never used. When he turned back to Hannah, her eyes were shining with moisture.

Her hand lifted toward him. “Come here, Diego.”

His heart was in his throat. It wasn’t just obsession he felt for her. Or maybe it was the deepest obsession possible.

He loved this woman more than anything.

His feet carried him toward her. When he bent over her, he turned his lips into the palm of that raised hand, nuzzling it. His own hand braced beside her head.

Hannah slid her hand past his face and around to cup the back of his head.

Diego gripped his cock, rubbing the head of it up and down her slit, coating it just like he wanted and adding his leaking pre-cum to the mixture. Then he notched it there, sinking his tip inside of her.

She stared into his eyes, and her free leg curled over his hip, as if to bring him in deeper.

His body trembled. Having her would be the closest he’d ever get to heaven.

“Ready to become one again, Hannah?”

She didn’t give him the words. She only gasped and lifted her hips, taking him even as he took her. He was so fucking hard, and her passage clutched at him, making sweat bead on his forehead. He tried not to come just from that first push.

“Fuck, you feel too perfect.” He breathed through it, his body shaking from the effort of holding back. “Shit, I’m already close. I wanted to flood your pussy with my cum, but not this quick.” He swallowed, but now he was imagining it, and he let out the most pathetic groan as he lowered his forehead to press against hers. His eyes squeezed shut. He tried to stop it.

But Hannah writhed beneath him with her own need, working herself on his cock on instinct.

He cried out, his fingers digging into her ass. He pulled her tight against him while he rocked into her and came, filling her with drugging pulses of cum that wrecked him until he collapsed on top of her, shuddering.

What the fuck was that? He hadn’t lost it like that since he’d first figured out how to jerk off.

He struggled to brace himself and push up enough to look at her.

“Fuck, Hannah, I—”

Her hooded, dreamy eyes trapped the apology in his throat.

“I felt it,” she said shyly, as if she was confessing some kind of secret. “I felt you filling me.”

His cock stirred at the way the idea seemed to excite her. “You liked that?”

She smiled, her dimple flashing. “Yes.” Her eyes dipped down, as if she wanted to see the way their bodies connected, but he was too tight against her for that. “Can you do it again?”

He rocked against her, already softened. “For you? Anything.” He lifted himself enough to fit a hand between them, teasing at her clit. “But I owe you some attention first.”

He really had made a mess of her. He used it to make her clit slicker, rolling it and stroking. She gasped, her head falling back, the line of her neck so fucking gorgeous as she arched into his slowly stiffening cock. She chased the strokes of his fingers, the way his chest rubbed over and teased her nipples.

“That’s it,” he rasped, loving the way her walls tightened around his growing erection. “Work yourself on my cock. I want you to gush all around it as you come so hard you scream.” Her passage fluttered more, making him fully hard.

He captured her mouth before she could cry out, thrusting into her release. He gave her the filthiest kiss, drawing out every shudder and quake and drowning in her.

His aching lungs started to cast a shadow on his mind, and he lifted his head, staring down at the wrecked woman still stretched by his cock.

“I felt you come, too, Hannah.” He braced himself against the cushion, needing the leverage to thrust into her. “You’re so fucking wet now.” He pulled almost completely out, even though he knew it would be messy as hell, and slid deep inside her again. “Do you feel me inside you?”

Her arms wrapped tight around his neck as she moved into his next thrust. “Yes.” Her hips lifted, and a flush flooded across her skin and up her breasts. His cock sank inside her and over that sweet bundle of nerves. “God, yes,” she groaned, the motion of her hips quickening. She was desperate to feel that spike of bliss again.

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