Page 27 of Three Hearts Hideaway

“Make me believe it.” Another sharp slap landed on her ass.

“I want you to fuck me. Do whatever you want to me.” She moaned into Roman’s sheets, holding on to them for purchase. He was satisfying all her dirty fantasies.

His frame pressed down on her, shoving her flat into the bed. He bucked inside her, thrusting like a man possessed. Every muscle, every inch of his skin was flush against her. He roughly cupped her jaw and wrenched her head toward him. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” And she truly wanted to be.

He claimed her mouth with a harsh kiss, biting at her lower lip, invading her mouth with his tongue. One hand slid between the mattress and her body, finding her clit with ease. He stroked her, and she jerked against him.

“Scream for me, baby. Be a good girl and let me know how perfect my dick feels in your soaking wet pussy.”

Ava couldn’t contain herself any longer. She cried out his name into the bedsheets, jolting against his body, which pinned her to the bed. He didn’t let up. Roman fucked her through her orgasm, continuing to play with her clit, and she came so hard her vision temporarily went black.

Roman stuttered out his release, rocking against her. Then his arms were around her waist, lifting her onto his lap. He stroked her hair and ran his palm down her arm, cradling her to him.

“Are you okay, Ava?”

She hummed dreamily. “I’m better than okay. That was amazing. I loved it.”

His laugh rumbled against her cheek, and he held her for a long moment. “I’m going to get a glass of water for you and a cloth to clean you with.” The condom landed in his garbage can with a plop, and he began to stand.

“No, don’t go.” She pounced on him, knocking him flat on the bed. “Stay with me.”

“I’ll come right back. Aftercare is important, Ava. Especially in scenes like this.”

She nodded against him, liking how his chest hair rubbed against her face. “But I want a few more minutes like this.”

“Of course.” He wrapped his tattooed arms around her once more and held her tight against his torso.

Ava was flushed and sweaty, as was Roman, but it didn’t stop her from climbing on top of him and holding him tightly. She traced the flowers inked on his neck with her fingertips. “Thank you.”

“Trust me, the pleasure’s all mine.”

She peppered kisses across his chest, taking time to kiss each one of his nipples, and worked her way to his Adam's apple. “I can’t thank you enough. I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Like I said…anything, Ava. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Let me show you how much I appreciate you.”

A low chuckle broke free from his chest. “I think you just did.”

She sat up, straddling him, and shimmied herself backward until she was in line with his pelvis. A quick grind of her hips revealed he was still semi-hard. She arched her back and put her hands on his upper thighs.

“Ava, what are you doing?”

“Showing you my appreciation.”

She skimmed a finger down her neck toward her breasts. When she pinched her nipple and gave it a twist, Roman groaned underneath her and bucked his hips. Her mouthdropped open at the pleasure of his cock between her slit. Moving her body forward and backward, she glided her pussy over his dick, sliding it bare against her clit. She was wracked with shivers from head to toe.

“Ava,” Roman warned. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

Not answering him, she closed her eyes to focus on the sensation. He was so smooth against her without a condom. His flesh on hers, without a barrier, was heavenly. Her pace picked up, spreading her wetness everywhere on his cock. The piercing along his shaft rubbed her clit just right, and she moaned each time she brushed it, unable to help herself.

Roman gave in and grabbed her hips, helping her slide over his length. He was fully hard again, and she wanted to bring him another release.

“Fuck, Ava. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m not even inside you and it feels fucking incredible.” His head dropped against the sheets in a low groan of ecstasy as he moved her along his shaft.

Ava opened her eyes and saw Logan standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. Watching them. Watching her. Roman must’ve forgotten to close the door when he entered for their scene. How much had Logan heard? How long had he been standing there?

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