Page 39 of Ravaged Hearts

I frowned. “Always.”

“My pussy feels like it needs an ice pack, but I still want you.”

And why did I like that? A twisted part of me wanted Hope to feel the ache between her thighs so that when we parted ways for the op, she couldn’t help but think about our time in this bedroom.

“I’ll try to be gentle,” I said.

Hope snorted. “No, you won’t.”

“I know, but I can’t help myself. When I’m inside you, I lose my mind.”

“I love it when you’re wild and unhinged for me.” Hope reached down and took hold of my cock. I couldn’t look away as she fed it inside her, inch by inch.

A rough breath escaped me when she took me all the way in, her pelvis flush with mine. Goddamn. I’d never tire of watching her do that.

Hope dropped her head back and let out a low moan. “None of my toys compare to the real thing.”

“So”—I raised one brow—“I guess we can throw them all away.”

Her eyes snapped to mine. “Toys are your friend, Vaughn. Not the enemy.”

“Don’t worry, Gatita. I’m not jealous of your collection. Maybe one day you can give me a demonstration of how you like to use them.” My dick throbbed inside her as I fantasized about that incredible show. Hope’s nightstand drawer of sin suddenly seemed even more appealing.

She aimed an impish smile at me and winked. It was the only warning I had before she braced her palms on my torso and began riding me.

Except, holy hell. She’d never moved like this before, circling, grinding, then circling some more. What sorcery was this?

I growled and pinched my eyes shut, trying to talk my overzealous dick down from shooting its load with embarrassing speed. Staring at Hope’s gorgeous body while she used me as her real-life sex toy was too much.

“Woman, what are you doing to me?” I peeled one lid open, catching the small crease of concentration in her brow.

“I remembered a TikTok I saw a while back where this woman said if you’re new to being on top, try spelling the word coconut with your hips.”

“What?” I could hardly think straight with my brain short-circuiting.

“Wait. I’ll start again.C-O-C?—”

“Hope, stop.” I grasped her hips firmly, but she kept going.

She fisted her hands in her hair and lifted her long tresses from her neck, drawing my eyes to her tits.“O-N?—”

I flipped her fast, pinning her beneath me. “If you finish spellingnut, that’s exactly what’ll happen, and I’m not done with you yet.”

She bit her lip, trying and failing to hold in her smug satisfaction.

I narrowed my eyes. “You little minx. I’m gonna make you pay for that.”

“Oh no,” she said with mock innocence and pouty lips. “Please don’t punish me with that big dick of yours.”

Fuck me. I really had met my match.

But I’d have to punish Hope later. Right now, something inside me called for a deeper connection between us. With the op drawing nearer, I wanted this moment to mean something. Dammit, I must be broken, because I had the urge to be gentle. Did I even know how to do that?

I kissed her and moved inside her slowly, savoring the sensation of her skin against mine and the way her warm, tight pussy welcomed me. Maybe this torturous pace was punishment enough for both of us.

I released Hope’s lips so I could take in her striking features and commit them to memory.

I took her face in my hands and stared into amber eyes that never failed to make my heart beat faster. “You come back to me no matter what, understand? If you only ever obey one of my orders for the rest of your life, let it be this one. Please.”

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