Page 89 of Break my Heart

It’s that fucking amazing.

Unable to stand another second of this torment, I force myself to sit up before wrapping my hands around her ribcage. Once she releases my dick, I drag her up my body until she’s stretched out on top of me.

Her gaze stays fastened to mine. “You didn’t like that?”

“I think we both know I liked it a little too much. When I come again, it’s going to be inside your sweet little cunt.”

My dirty words have her pupils dilating.

And I love that as well.

This girl is so damn perfect.

I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.

That thought should have alarm bells ringing in my head.

What does it mean that they’re not?

Instead, calmness falls over me as that knowledge settles deep inside my being.

I shove it from my head as I stare into her blue eyes, unwilling to inspect it any closer.

It’s always been my family and hockey, without room for anything else. And it was enough. No one ever came close to touching that.

But that’s no longer the case.

“I think you might be wearing too much clothing.”

“Hmmm. That sounds like a problem. One you should do something about.”

I smirk. “There’s that sassy mouth again.”

“Wouldn’t you agree that a sassy mouth is much better at sucking cock?”

Yup… she’s perfect.

In one smooth movement, I flip our positions. She gasps as I hover over her and take control of the situation. My mouth crashes onto hers. One sweep of my tongue against her lips and she opens so I can plunge inside. All I want to do is devour this girl in one tasty gulp.

But first things first. I need to strip off the clothing that keeps her gorgeous body from me.

My lips trail from her mouth to her chin before I scrape my teeth along the curve of her jaw. As I sink lower, she bares the delicate hollow of her throat. I press a kiss against the pulse that flutters madly like the wings of a hummingbird beneath. When I reach her collarbone, I’m met with the soft fabric of her sweater. I rise to my knees as my fingers grip the hem and drag it up her body and over her head.

It’s a pleasant surprise to find she’s not wearing anything beneath.

I flick a glance upward. “Where’s your bra?”

“I don’t always wear one.” She glances at her breasts. “I don’t exactly have a lot going on there.”

My attention returns to her chest before my hands settle on the rounded softness, tweaking her nipples until they stiffen right up.

“They’re perfect.”

She arches into my palms as I toy with them.

“You like that, baby girl?”

“I do. They’re sensitive, and I love having them played with.”

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