Page 14 of Puck My Heart

“Annie.” I curved my fingers around her cheek, dropped my hand to stroke her throat. “I’ve been waiting for you for years. So…happy birthday.” My hand slid behind her neck to grip her firmly as I lowered my mouth to hers.

Her soft moan and her heels digging into my ass to draw me deeper had me impossibly hard again less than a minute later. I groaned into her mouth. “Fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“You can’t say that—” She shuddered beneath me, and the next sound that came from her wasn’t pleasurable at all.

I drew back to find teardrops coating the ends of her thick lashes. One dropped onto her cheek, and I caught it with the pad of my thumb. “I’m hurting you? Too sore?” I started to draw back but she dug her heels deeper, pulling me closer. My cock thickened at the sensation of her neediness, but my heart went into overdrive. “Talk to me, Annie.”

A broken breath left her. “You mean I didn’t have to go through all that? With–him?You wanted me all that time?” More tears fell, cascading along her cheeks.

I caught each one, swiping them away and then I was kissing her hard and fast and rough, claiming her like I should have years ago. I’d held back because yes, she was my best friend’s sister—his baby fucking sister, and a good six years younger than me. When she turned sixteen, and we signed with the Chimeras, I’d come up to the cabin—house, whatever—with my parents and found her laughing with Sol, only she wasn’t the cute kid I remembered who always followed us around. She freakingglowedfrom the inside, and when she looked my way, a part of her lanced right through me.

Two years later when I was ready to risk everything for her, my world went to hell before I could. I might be claiming her now, but the girl in my arms left her mark on me a long time ago.

And I left her alone, left her for years to face her future when I should have been there for her.

“I’m sorry, Annie,” I whispered, sinking my hands into her hair. My chest emptied of air, and I paused to slow our kisses. Her lips were swollen and red when I drew back, her pupils blown. Cool air kissed my ass, letting me know my small fire haddied down, but now wasn’t the time to fix it. “I should have been there for you. Should have told you. I wanted to, I was just?—”

“Shit happened that year, Hux.” Her hands curled in my hair, tugging the ends gently. I groaned at the sensation that shot straight from my scalp to my balls. “I don’t blame you for staying away. When I heard you were coming back this year, I was scared. I wanted to hope but I thought you might?—”

She broke off, catching her bottom lip in her teeth. Those eyes that couldn’t get any wider did just that.

“Might what?” I stroked a curl back from her face. “You think I’d ever be able to forget about you?”

She shook her head, her lips pressed tight together. Huffing a laugh, I leaned down and teased them apart with my tongue until she moaned again, moving within her gently until she moved with me. I waited until her hot, gushing little pussy clenched tight on my cock before I stopped, and withdrew until only the tip of my cock teased her entrance.

“Hux,” she whimpered, lifting her hips to meet me, but I kept what she wanted most out of her reach.

“Nu uh, pretty girl. You were scared I mightwhat?” She shook her head, and I growled low in my throat. “Tell. Me.” I jerked my hips quickly, working the head of my cock just inside her pussy as she whined and writhed beneath me.So fucking stunning.One hand dropped between us. I let her rub her clit until her hips lifted off the sofa, then I grabbed her wrist and slammed it over her head as she gasped. Her pussy strangled my cock. “Tell me, Annie. Or I’ll finish on your stomach and you don’t get to come at all.”

Anya’s eyes flared wide—not with fear, but arousal.

My girl has a denial kink. Noted.

“Annie,” I grated out when she said nothing, only lay beneath me, panting.Waiting.“That wasn’t an offer.”

She bit her lip and looked at me through her lashes. “Let me be on top and I’ll tell you?”

I clenched my jaw in an effort not to laugh. “Tell me first,” I said shortly, attempting to appear pissed at her.

Anya’s eyes fluttered shut as her cheeks stained red.Interesting. She could masturbate in front of me, talk kinks, but whatever this was,thisembarrassed her.

Her fingers flexed above where I held her wrist pinned and her whole body softened in the prettiest show of defeat I'd ever seen. “I was afraid you’d turn up with some pretty puck bunny under your arm. I wasn’t afraid you’d forgotten about me. I was afraid you never saw me in the first place.”

Well, fuck.

I rolled us both without taking another breath until Anya straddled me. Her thighs nestled either side of my hips, she sank down on my length until her soft ass cheeks rested against my balls. Warmth trickled from her to coat my skin, a mixture of my cum and hers, but I didn’t care. We could clean up later. I grabbed the blanket, covering her rump with its warmth, and gathering the ends around her waist.

She pushed my hands away, her eyes flashing. “Don’t you want to see me?” Anya raised her arms over her head, stretching backwards in an arch that left me gasping as she clenched around me—by design or not, I had no idea but I didn't have enough blood left in the rest of my body to power my brain at the same time.

My hands slapped down on her hips as she began to rock. I gripped her hips tight, barely holding back on my own need for the first time in hours. “Ride me,” I gritted out. Now she was there, I couldn’t get enough of the sight of her.

“Nu uh.” She threw my own attitude back in my face as she rocked her curved hips gently. Anya’s expression was pure joy. Or need, or maybe both she tortured my cock with a fresh gushof heat and shuddered through a mini orgasm. “You don’t get to give orders right now. And you have years of making up to do.”

I swallowed hard and massaged her hops right where I knew she liked me squeezing her. A soft cry left her lips and she rocked a little harder. Faster. “I do,” I managed, angling my knees into a vee to support her. “So many years to make up for. Starting right now.” I reached up to stroke the sensitive swell beneath her breast and was rewarded with a sigh.

Anya leaned forward, letting her breast rest in my palm. As she lifted her hips, she stared straight into my eyes as she did what I begged for—she rode me hard right through her next orgasm and into mine. I barely had time to process the beauty above me taking control before she branded me as hers and took everything she wanted from me.

I’d never seen a sight so beautiful, and I’d offer that gift up any time she asked. It sounded like I had plenty of time to make up for my absence, and if I had to spend it on my knees beneath her, so be it.

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