Page 90 of Break my Heart

I used to think my type was top heavy, like a dime. Turns out that’s not the case. I love that Ava is toned and athletic. She might be petite and delicate looking, but it’s misleading.

Both her mind and body are strong.

And there’s nothing sexier than that.

I tease the tiny buds until she’s writhing beneath me. Only then do I suck one stiff peak between my lips before giving the same attention to the other. As tempting as it is to continue tormenting her, I’m hungry for more. It’s been way too long since I’ve had the taste of this girl on my tongue.

And I’m fucking famished.

I crawl down the length of her body, kissing and licking as I go, until I reach the waistband of her jeans. My gaze settles on hers as I flick open the button and lower the zipper. After tugging the denim down her hips and thighs, I raise one leg and then the other until the thick material is stripped away.

The only thing that bars her from my sight is a flimsy scrap of silky material.

For just a second, I sit back and allow my gaze to rove over her.

She’s gorgeous with her golden hair spread out around her and the tips of her breasts in pouty little points. Her eyelids are lowered to half-mast, and her lips are already swollen from my kisses.

My cock throbs a painful beat as my gaze drops to the pale-pink material. I’m impatient to be inside her. I slip my fingers beneath the fabric before lowering them over the gentle flair of her hips and thighs. I want to stretch this moment out for as long as possible.

The sweet anticipation of it.

As soon as her mound comes into view, I place a chaste kiss against the bared flesh. She shifts, her breath catching in a soft whimper.

My guess is that it’s not enough.

For either of us.

I lower the fabric a little more and repeat the caress. This time, I slip my tongue between her silky lips. Already they’re drenched. I want nothing more than to lick up all that delicious cream.

Every fucking drop.

And then I want to make her sob all over again.

Unable to resist, I tongue the tiny silver hoop.

I wasn’t kidding that night at her apartment when I said her nipples would look good pierced.

I’d have her in a fucking matching set.

And nothing more.

“Hayes, please…” Her voice trails off on a moan.

I glance up and meet her gaze.

There’s nothing I love more than unraveling this girl.

“Please what, baby? What do you need from me? You know I’m happy to give you anything you want.”

I’ve never meant anything more.

Her cheeks are flushed a pretty pink color, and her pupils look as if they’ve been blown out. I fucking love that I’m the one who can put that expression on her face.

“Remove the panties. Please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” I straighten before dragging the scrap of material down her legs and tossing it to the floor so she’s completely bared to my greedy sight.

My guess is that she’s just as needy as I am.

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