Page 93 of Break my Heart

And from now on, I’ll be the one who showers her with it. And I’ll never make her feel bad or guilty for enjoying it.

When I remove my finger, a whimper trembles on her lips. I pull her cheeks apart to inspect her perfect rosebud. She has such a tiny gape.

“You really are gorgeous.”

I massage both cheeks as I lean forward and lick her pretty little back hole.

When the tip of my tongue slips inside, she releases a soft moan, but she doesn’t try to escape the intimacy. Instead, she strains closer.

When her cries turn to sobs, I give her one final lap before rising to my feet. My cock feels more like stone than flesh.

Thank fuck she’s so close to coming because I have no idea how long I’m going to last.

I grab a condom from a drawer in the nightstand and tear the wrapper before sliding it over my hard length. Then I take up position behind her. She hasn’t moved a single muscle. I swat one ass cheek and then the other before fisting my cock and lining it up with her drenched entrance. My finger slips back inside her rosebud as I surge forward and bury myself balls deep. I withdraw and repeat the movement.

I’ve never felt anything better than her tight heat strangling my dick. It’s like coming home to a place I didn’t realize I was missing.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Both my finger and cock fall into the same steady rhythm. It doesn’t take long before her inner muscles contract around my hard length, squeezing the very life out of me. That’s when I lose it, following her over the edge and into the abyss. The way she screams out my name only intensifies my pleasure. Stars dance behind my eyelids, and it’s entirely possible the tip of my cock just blew off.

If that turns out to be the case, this experience will have been entirely worth it.

Zero regrets.

On the last thrust, my muscles loosen, and I collapse along the curve of her body. Our harsh breaths mingle together, becoming one, as I stay wrapped up in her sweet heat.

No matter how amazing the sex I’ve had in the past has been, nothing compares to this.

The kind of intimacy we’ve shared isn’t possible with a one-night stand.

Maybe I wasn’t ready for it before.

But I am now.

With Ava.

As I crash back to earth, my gaze settles on her face, needing to know I’m not the only one who had an out-of-body experience. Instead of the blissed-out expression I was hoping to find, she stares sightlessly at the far wall. I have no idea what thoughts are tumbling through her head.

And that’s scary.

“Are you okay?” My chest constricts as my muscles tighten, bracing for her response. “Did I hurt you?” My voice dips as uncertainty gnaws at me. “Or do something you didn’t want?”

With a blink, she turns her head just enough to meet my gaze.

And then does the last thing I expect.

She bursts into tears.

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Ava

I have no idea where all the pent-up emotions come from. One minute, I’m enjoying the afterglow of the best sex I’ve ever experienced, and the next, I’m bawling.

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