Page 66 of Savage Heart

He chuckled, licking his lips. “My truth is out, there’s no more to tell about that night, and I know once you forgive me, we’ll do whatever it takes to make it work between us. I know it’s gonna take some work, but I am so goddamn tired of being without you, I will crawl to hell and back to make things right. We belong together, Skizzy. And I’m gonna make sure we have forever together.”

Something soft and warm woke him up, and he groaned. Slowly opening his eyes, he lifted his head and peered down his taut body at a sight he’d never get used to seeing.

“Good morning,” she purred, her smile wicked, her eyes languid with sleepy passion.

She wrapped her hand around his cock, squeezing gently. Her naked tits swayed as she worked her arm to pleasure him, her creamy skin flushed with desire.

“Good morning, baby,” he moaned as she stroked him. “Don’t tease me, baby, put your mouth on me. You know how I like it.”

She hummed, licking her lips as she peered down at his fat, angry cock with ravenous eyes.

“I do know how you like it,” she cooed, then wrapped her lips around his cock, taking him into her hot, wet mouth.

He nearly jack-knifed from the bed, arching his back, and throwing his head back into his pillow.

“Fuck!” he shouted when she sucked him all the way in, his cockhead hitting the back of her throat as she bobbed her head. Goddamn, she was too fucking good at this!

As she sucked, harder and faster, her tongue curled, lapping at the ridge beneath his cockhead every time she pulled up. Pressure and pleasure built in his balls as she sucked, and he couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting up to force his cock deeper into her throat. She gagged, pulling back, and she gasped for breath.

“Shit, baby, you okay?” he rasped, and she curled her lip with a sinful smirk.

“I’ll be so much better once that fat cock is in my pussy,” she rasped back, her eyes glimmering with need, her face flushed, her lips swollen.

He groaned, nearly losing his load at the look of hunger on her face, the sight of her naked body nearly vibrating with her need to ride him.

He crooked a finger at her. “Take what you want, baby. I’m all yours.”

She licked her lips again, then straddled him, putting the moist heat of her slit right over his throbbing cock.

She grabbed his cock, and notched it at her entrance, then, in a single downward movement, she impaled herself on his nine-inch pike.

They both groaned loud and long, her eyes closed, her head thrown back. He couldn’t tear his gaze from the goddess before him.

“Fuck, Liz, ride me, baby!” he commanded, his voice thick with desperation.

Moaning deep in her chest, she began moving, pushing herself down on him, then pulling up, faster and faster, until the sounds of wet flesh slapping, his grunts, and her groans filled the room. Her magnificent tits bounced violently as she rodehim hard, and the sight of her flushed, pleasure-fevered body made his balls draw up.

From beneath her, he thrust up into her, meeting her downstrokes, forcing his cock deeper and harder into her. Never in his life had sex felt this good, like his body was on fire, and yet soaring. She opened her eyes, her blue orbs dark and desire drunk, and he felt that look all the way to his soul.

He grit his teeth and gripped her hips, holding her in place for his pounding.

She screamed, “Oh my—fuck! Fuck! Erik!” Her pussy pulsed, squeezing his dick in undulating waves, milking him, begging him to fill her body with his cum.

Trouble groaned, rolled onto his back, and reached into his cotton PJs to wrap his hand around his hard as fuck cock. Leaking precum into the material of his pants, his cock was confused as hell from the hot as fuck dream.

But it hadn’t been a dream; it was a memory. One of many he’d relived over the years. But that one…that was night he’d finally given in; he’d finally admitted to himself what his heart and soul had been clamoring about for months.

He’d fallen in love with Elizabeth Simpson. She was his one, hisonlyone. She would be his ol’ lady, and he’d spend the rest of his life loving her, protecting her, and cherishing her like the goddess she was. That next morning…he’d done something he’d never thought he would do.

And then he fucked it all up.

Growling, he angrily squeezed his raging hard on, and threw back his covers, getting out of the bed. The clock read just before 6 AM, which meant his girls were still sleeping.

Instead of heading to the shower to deal with his stiff dick, he moved toward the walk-in closet. Flipping on the light, his gaze immediately collided with a box tucked into the corner on the top shelf. He didn’t know why he still had it; after ten years,and two moves, and the devastating emotions it conjured every time he saw it, it should have been tossed in the trash long ago. But he’d kept it. He’d always made sure that it was one thing he grabbed and packed himself—no one else could touch it, open it, peer into it and see his greatest shame…his deepest regret.

Sighing, Trouble swallowed thickly, the regret mingling with renewed hope, creating a ball of anticipation in his throat. Reaching up, he grabbed the box, secured it against his naked chest, and turned to walk to the bed.

Carefully placing the box on the bed, he stared down at it, his thoughts, memories, emotions bombarding him. His hand shaking, he lifted the lid and pushed it aside, baring the contents to his burning eyes.

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