Page 44 of Seductive Hearts

Holy shit.

I wasn’t about to say no to that. But when she went to settle her ass against the stair again, I shook my head and rolled her over. “Like this,” I whispered, slapping her creamy ass before pressing my fingers against her firm flesh.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed, arching her back and presenting herself to me. A prize—my prize—and her puffy lips glistened with excitement as I ran my head through her swollen folds. Her loud moans echoed through the wide-open space and turned into a high-pitched cry when I drove myself deep inside her tight sheath.

“My God!” she moaned out. There was nothing like the sound of her losing herself. She was completely free with no inhibitions, pushing back against my every stroke. I watched my glistening shaft disappear inside her. Christ, with no barrier between us, she was warm, tight, fucking heaven. “Harder, Colton, harder!”

Gritting my teeth, I took her by the hips, gripping her tight enough to make her gasp before rocking her forward again and again. My balls slapped against her clit, and her cries rose in pitch, her ass jiggling from the force of my thrusts.

“You like that?” My palm struck her ass, one side, then the other, until her white flesh turned red and her juices flowed.

“Y-yes!” she sobbed out in a stutter, losing herself. Her muscles began to tighten, trying to lock me in place, trying to milk me. And I loved it.

I loved all of it.

I wanted it forever.

“Fuck! Yes! I-I’m coming…” Her shrieks filled my ears, but it was the sensation of her pussy clenching around me that broke my control. I let go, let the rush overtake me, slamming home one more time before flooding her with my seed.

I was still emptying deep inside her as a single thought ran through my head.

We need to do this again.

She said nothing when I gathered her in my arms, still trembling after her orgasm, and carried her upstairs for more.

Deep down in what passed for my heart, I knew that tonight wouldn’t be enough.

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“My stomach is screaming for food.”

“There’s plenty down in the kitchen,” I offered. Yet when she tried getting out of bed, I closed my arms around her, chuckling. “Go ahead,” I teased. “Get up.”

“Let go!” Her helpless giggles filled the bedroom as we tussled until she eventually gave up and draped herself over me once again. “Fine. But if I starve to death, it’s on you.”

I didn’t want to let go because it would mean letting go of a moment I didn’t want to end. Even so, my attention kept wandering back to the fight now that the blood had returned to my brain.

Noah’s insults echoed in my memory until I couldn’t take it. “Can I ask you something? About earlier.”

She groaned and weakly slapped my chest. “Can we just forget it?”

We both knew better than that. “I’m curious about something he said. What did he mean, you cried your eyes out for two weeks because of me?”

She went stiff and looked away with a soft sigh. “He shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t his place.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“It was about… Jesus, this is so pathetic.” She insisted on avoiding eye contact, and her voice sounded small. Tight. “It was about… that kiss.”

“What about it?”

Her mouth twisted into a smirk. “You remember it?”

“Sure. It was nice. I also remember wishing Mom hadn’t found us out there.”

“What happened after that? Once you left.”

Strange. I could barely remember. “We went out, I think.”

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