Page 100 of Hart Breaker

“Fuuuck.” His head falls back.

“Eyes on me, Hart.” I tug a little harder.

He gives them to me. Of course he does. He’d give me the world if I asked, and I’d do no less for him. Obviously.

I lick the precum coating his slit, and his cock twitches.

“Fucking love you.”

“Love you.” I grip him more firmly and begin to stroke him as I suck.

One of his hands grips my shoulder and the other lands on a navy-blue locker. “So fucking good. So good.” He thrusts into my mouth, but not enough to gag me.

“It’s a good day,” I say, stroking him.

Good day is code for I don’t feel like I’m gonna get sick, and I take him deeper to prove it.

“Fuuuck!” he growls, and I take him even deeper.

The feel of his dick, the metal balls against the back of my throat, is something I didn’t think would turn me on, especially when every other day I am sick as soon as I wake up. But there it is.

“You good?” he asks, fisting my ponytail and slowing me down.

“So good,” I say around his cock.

Mouth full, I nod and suck down up the length of him, pressing my tongue flat against the bulging veins on the underside that I swear I feel when he’s inside of me and all the way up to wrap my lips around his thick head and suck even harder.

I love the feel of him in my mouth, the taste of him, and right now, I am having my first craving, and it’s his cum.

I lick his thick, hard, beautiful cock before tugging at the piercing, and do it while watching his jaw tighten. I feel powerful on my knees before him, which is the exact opposite of anything I have ever experienced before.

I continue sucking faster, taking him deeper, even gagging myself a little, and it feels so good.

“Brooksie, do that again, and you’re going to be getting a mouthful.”

I continue. Of course I do. I grip him harder, stroke him faster, and then take him again, all the way to the back of my throat.

“Last warning.”

I do not relent. I suck, and lick, and stroke until my man is cursing my name, and that’s hot, too.

His first burst of hot cum hits the back of my throat, and I swallow quickly, continuing to suck and pump him. The next hits, and I swallow that, too, and then the third.

“Fantasy fulfilled,” he groans as he pulls me up and hugs me. “Expectations surpassed.”

AUGUST

Hudson

Holding Ezra Brooks Hart in my arms, watching Riley sleep, surreal. It’s the happiest moments and the moments that you realize that life and love hang in the balance of one another. They are intertwined and have a profound effect on one another. Love gives life the deepest of meanings and purpose.

I never thought I could love my wife more than the day I professed it, until the day we were married right here on our dock, while the sun set, surrounded by all the people we love, until the day Ezra was born, and that changed everything.

There isn’t anything I would not do for my wife and child, and there isn’t a moment that I have to be away from them that I don’t wish I was right here like this.

With the new season just around the corner, and the team taking more heat than ever, I don’t want them sitting in the stands, watching me; I want them in a fucking bubble of happiness and joy.

Riley tries to tell me I’m worse than she is, but she’s no different. It’s fucking crazy how no one tells you just how much you change after kids. But as my wife pointed out, our parents are living proof that you do eventually loosen up.

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