Page 90 of Torn In Two

Putting my mouth on her pussy was all too easy, my tongue darting between her folds to flick her little bud of pleasure while she scraped her nails across my scalp. Her thighs were thick and soft, and after a few minutes of me licking her there, she fisted the back of my shirt and pulled it over my head.

Her fingers danced across my shoulders, stroking and scratching my skin gently, until I craved her touch all over my body. I stood, kicking off my boots and toeing off my socks, my jeans the last thing to disappear into the pile of clothes on the floor.

“I want you on his bed,” I whispered in her ear, sending a shiver through her body.

She sat on the edge and then scooted back so she was lying. She was so beautiful in the lamplight, the golden glow kissing every inch of her skin, highlighting the desire in her eyes, and the need for me I couldn’t get enough of.

I crawled on top, hovering over her soft body so bare and open for me. I dropped my head, kissing her deeply, and then inch by inch, lowered the rest of me down. I ground my dick between her thighs, brushing against the silky arousal at her core but teasing her there, not entering her, even though she was slick with need.

With my weight on one forearm, I circled my fingers around one wrist, drawing it up over her head. Shifting my body to the other side, I did the same with her right arm, so both her hands were above her head. I kissed her, tongue swirling, moving away to suck her neck and her ear, and then whispering in it dirtily, “On your stomach.”

Without waiting for her to move or for her permission, I gripped her soft hips and flipped her over, immediately fitting myself back between her legs and spreading them wide to accommodate me on my knees behind her.

She twisted her head to one side, her dark curls spread out on the pillow, a sharp contrast with the stark white pillow cover.

I grabbed another from the other side of the bed and dragged her hips up just enough to fit the pillow beneath them.

I sat back for a second, palm smoothing down her spine, and then taking two indecent handfuls of her plump ass and massaging the cheeks, spreading them, catching a glimpse of her wet pussy in between her widespread thighs.

Fuck, I wanted her. My dick strained toward her, and I gave in, covering her body with mine and fitting my dick to her pussy.

She gasped when I entered her, but there was no resistance. She’d been so wet in the club she’d been close to taking my entire fist, and the short interlude to now had done little to dry her up. I fucked her slow, loving she didn’t feel like she would break beneath me, loving that as I picked up the pace she pushed her hips back, meeting me thrust for thrust with a power of her own.

I used one forearm to take some of my weight and slipped my other hand beneath her to pinch her nipple.

When I told her to put her hand between her legs and the mattress and rub her clit, she did.

“You feel so fucking good, Kara,” I murmured in her ear, every word the truth because I was sure nothing had ever felt as good as her body beneath me.

“Harder,” she moaned, voice muffled by the mattress and the pillow. “Oh God, Hawk! Fuck me harder!”

My eyes rolled back. I thrust my hips against her ass, riding her pussy, dragging her hips up farther so I could take her deeper and harder.

The door opened.

I didn’t stop.

“Hayden!” Kara gasped between slams of my body to hers.

But fucked if I was letting him have her orgasm. I pulled out, sliding my hand along my dick before plunging it back inside her.

I fit my slicked-up fingers to her ass, rubbing it in the way I knew drove her mad. “You come with my name on your lips, Little Mouse.”

I took her to the edge, her ass my plaything to control and pleasure as I saw fit. She embraced every thrust. Every squeeze, all while playing with her little bud, just the way I’d told her to.

Such a fucking good girl.

“Hawk!” She shuddered around me, squeezing my dick with her inner walls so forcefully there was no holding back.

I came inside her with slow, deliberate thrusts, her name on my lips. Not the taunting nickname I used so often, but her real name, the name of the woman I was so fucking in love with I could barely see straight. “Kara.” It was barely more than a whisp of a sound before I collapsed down on top of her.

She twisted her head back, craning to bring her lips to mine. “I love you,” she whispered before claiming them with her own.

Still joined, my dick warm inside her pussy, I whispered back the same, not giving a fuck that Hayden was right there, waiting for his turn.

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