Page 95 of Forbidden Hearts

“It can’t be scarier than what you’ve faced so far.”

“I’m just scared I won’t succeed in the real world,” she pauses. “I know this probably sounds dumb to you, butsometimestoomuch freedom can be scary. It comes with freedom to fail.”

“You won’t fail,” I assure her. “I will always be here to make sure of that.”

“But what if I can’t find a job? My mom and I will be screwed.”

“You have a business degree, and I have a shit-ton of businesses. You can pick one and help me run it,” I offer.

“I appreciate the offer, I really do. But I want to chart my own course and succeed on my own merit.”

God, I fucking love her. I’m in awe of her perseverance and determination.

“Anybody who passes you up is an idiot,” I say, getting on top of her and sliding between her legs.

“Oh, Professor,” she snorts. Our eyes are inches from each other. She caresses the side of my face and smiles.

“What big eyes you have,” she says.

“All the better to see that sexy little body of yours,” I say.

“And what big lips you have.”

“All the better to taste you,” I say, kissing her. Groans escape her lips when my fingers find her clit. Her other lips are still wet for me.

“And what big cock you have,” she says. She grabs my cock and slides it up and down the length of her wet folds, coating it with her delicious juices.

“All the better to make you come,” I say.

“Again?” She licks her lower lip.

“Again,” I smile.

Gently, I push myself into her pussy, sliding perfectly in. She releases her grip on my cock as I slide in and puts her hand on my hip instead. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as I inch deeper inside.

“Fuck,” she whimpers. She digs her fingers into my hip and pulls me in deeper. “Fuck.”

“Careful,” I say. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

All this time, I’ve had to go easy on her. As hard as it is to hold myself back, I have to keep in mind my full length can hurt her.

“Here,” she whispers. “Let me get on top.”

I roll off her, and she climbs on me, sliding me back inside. Her eyes roll to the back of her head again until they’re closed. She slowly rocks her hips, each time guiding me deeper and deeper inside. Involuntary groans escape my lips as her pussy tightens deeper around my cock.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I admit. “Just be careful.”

“Don’t worry,” she says. “I know my limit. I have full control up here.”

My legs tense at the thought of hurting her. But a few moments later, when hot pleasure washes over her face, I relax a little and let her take over.

Soon, pressure builds behind my eyes, and I lust over her perfectly toned body. My hands go to her hips, and I guide her up and down on my cock. One of my hands travels up her soft stomach and palms one of her perfect tits.

Her chest is warm. And in the dark hotel room, lit only by the moonlight filtering through the glass wall, I see her chest reddening. My own chest burns with passion and love for thisgorgeous and brave woman. She is all I ever wanted in a partner and more.

I sit up and wrap my arms around her, bringing her as close as I can, mindful not to hurt her. Her arms wrap around me, too. They pull me forward, deeper inside her.

My lips find the flesh above her collarbone, and I kiss a trail up to her neck, where I inhale deeply. God, I can’t get enough of her.

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