Page 70 of Hart Breaker

“You’re not listening to me,” she says as I kiss down her neck.

“I’m reading you like a playbook.” I graze my lips against her hardened nipple. “You’re not wearing a fucking bra,” I groan.

She pulls me up and opens her mouth to say some shit that she doesn’t need to say, so I kiss her, and the kiss grows deeper and more intense as our tongues meet. Her hands move into my hair, and mine under the T-shirt. I groan when I feel her full, bare breasts.

“Jesus, these things are fucking awesome.”

“Hart,” she whimpers. Her back arches as she presses into my touch. I’m going to take that as permission to continue.

I slide my other hand between her legs and kiss my way down her chest, pushing the shirt up and taking my first taste of her titties while rubbing her pussy.

“I’m not ready for a relationship,” she pants, “but this …”

I slide a finger inside of her as I bite down on her left nipple.

“Oh God, yes.”

“You’re so wet. I can’t wait to get inside of you, feel your tight little cunt around my cock.”

A stuttered gasp leaves her, and I wonder if that was a little too much. But when she starts rocking against my finger, I know it’s not. She likes this shit just as much as I do.

“Should never have ripped out the dirty talk page from the playbook,” I murmur against her chest as I slide my lips across her body to make friends with the other one. “Tastes so fucking good.”

I push myself up, move to the end of the bed, and watch as she looks at me with confusion. “I need to taste you everywhere.” I drop to my knees, wrap my arms around her thighs, and drag her closer to the edge of the mattress. I swing her legs over my shoulders, staring up at her. “Don’t you dare look away.” Then I lower my head between her legs and inhale a deep breath, loving the smell of her scent.

I drag my tongue up the center of her pussy slowly and watch her eyes roll back. Then I flick my tongue over her swollen clit. “You taste so fucking good. I’m going to want this on the private menu for the rest of my fucking life.”

“Really good at this.” She fists my hair in her hands. “Better than I ever imagined.”

“Fucking love that you’ve imagined this.” I lick her again, this time a little harder. “From now on, if it even starts to be a fleeting thought, I wanna fucking know.”

I bury my face between her legs, fucking her with my tongue, making her moan and pant. I then slide a finger inside of her as far as it will go and then add another. And I fuck her with them as I suck on her clit. When I feel her walls tighten around my fingers and her hips begin to buck, I know I have found her little spot, the one that makes her lose control.

Her hands tighten in my hair. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop!”

Stop?

“Didn’t even enter my mind. This is just the fucking beginning. I needed a taste of you.” I lick circles around her little numb. “I’m gonna make you come like this, and then I’m going to make you come again all over my cock.”

Any reservations she was still holding onto, she lets go. Her thighs clamp around my ears, her heels dig into my back, and her hot little noises grow more and more high-pitched and frantic as her body spasms around my hand and her clit pulses beneath my tongue.

I rise to my feet, push down my jeans and boxers, wrap my hand around my cock, and give it a tug.

“I can’t believe you pierced that thing. I mean, it wasn’t pierced before, right?”

I can’t help but smile as I crawl up the end of the bed. “No, Brooksie.” I lean back on my heels, give her pussy a few gentle slaps with the head of my cock, and watch her beautiful fucking eyes roll back. “Tell me you want my cock.”

There’s no hesitation when she pushes up on her elbows, eyes staring right at my dick when she says, “I want it.”

I drag the head up and down her hot, wet, sexy little slit. Her answer comes in a moan. Then she moves, wrapping her legs around me, digging her heels in my back, and pulling me closer.

“That’s a good girl.”

She sucks in a breath as I go in deeper. “More.”

Her hands curl into fists, gripping her quilt, and I give her exactly what she asked for.

I want to tell her this is the kind of dick it takes to get the job done, to get her pregnant. I don’t, though. I don’t want him here, in this space, where there’s nothing between us.

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