Page 95 of Hart Breaker

So that’s exactly what I do.

As soon as her ass hits the bed, I crawl up on my knees in front of her, hitch up her hips, pull off her little shorts, the ones she threw on after we showered this morning, and toss them on the ground. And I am in my new favorite position—eye to eye with her pretty pink pussy—and that’s when I get one of those light bulb ideas.

I roll her over onto her stomach, lean down, and nip her little ass, making her shriek. Then I do it again because that little sound is fucking hot.

Since I haven’t shaved in two or three days, I rub my whiskers across her bare ass, causing her butt to lift up, which gives me another idea.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asks as I lift her ass up so she’s on our knees and slide face up between her legs

“I want you to sit on my face.” Between licks, I groan. “Good girl.”

After she comes on my face, my cock is so hard I swear it’s going to split open, and when she slides off the bed, I’m taken aback. But then, she bends over.

“Doggy.”

“Fucking ruff, ruff,” I groan as I move off the bed and behind her.

I give her ass a squeeze then take my cock and drag it up her seam that’s pink, swollen, wet, and all fucking mine.

“Whose pussy is this?” I ask, giving it a tap with my cock.

“Mine, but I’m sharing with you.”

I can’t help but smile as I bend over and bite her ass lightly. “Wrong answer.”

“I’m mean, but actually, it’s … Oh fuck,” she cries as I thrust fully into her.

“Can’t get enough of you, Riley,” I groan as I thrust in and out of her. “Feels too damn good, but I need those eyes, those lips”—I slide one of my hands beneath her—“these tits.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

I pull her up and bend to meet her in the middle so I can kiss her hot, sexy mouth. “Fucking love you.”

“Good, because I love you.”

Sliding in and out of her slick heat, tasting her lips, being so fucking close, smelling her sweet mixed with my spicy … “I could fucking live in here.”

“Yes,” she moans.

Feeling my balls tighten up, I slide my hand down and rub circles around her clit until I feel her contract around me, her pussy growing slicker and slicker, her body tensing until she cries out as she comes.

We’re in the shower. I’m rubbing her back with a sponge, her body moving to tell me where she wants me to rub and what feels good.

I love learning everything I can about her. From things like she loves her neck and shoulders getting extra attention to the side she prefers to sleep on, and what her different laughs mean. I especially like the wide, open-mouth belly laughs when something surprises her, and the laughs that start when she’s leaning in, knowing something’s coming that makes her laugh and does mostly with her sister or cousins, who are her best friends.

I love that she and her mom are no longer tiptoeing around one another, and Jade gives her just as much shit as she does her other kids, and I know that makes Riley tear up once in a while.

I want kids with her so fucking bad, but I can’t express it because she fears that at the ripe old age of twenty-eight, she’s not going to be able to have them, and that motherfucker did that to her.

Brett is all over social media with the girl he’s probably been fucking around with for years. I know this because Lauren’s face is in her phone, and she gives me a look that means that motherfucker, and I know this because she says it almost as often as she gives the look.

Riley and I have the same dislike for social media, but she’s freaking awesome at the content she shares for the brewery and has even started posting for me from time to time. It’s always game footage, and yeah, I love the shit she catches, more so because I know she’s got her eyes on me.

“Hey,” she says, looking over her shoulder while I’m lost in thought. “We should get out, unless you wanna miss the game, which I would totally get.”

“No, I wanna watch.”

After we’ve dressed, we head downstairs, where I hear laughter and …

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