Page 57 of Rowdy Hearts

Turning my head, I saw his pants only a few feet away. I reached for them—at the same time I dragged my sex over his cock.

My eyes closed and I shuddered at the sensation of his heated shaft sliding through my sensitive folds.

“Get the condom, Princess.”

I felt another rush of wetness at the rough growl in his voice.

“And hurry, because I’m fucking dying to get inside you.”

Oh, god, yes, I wanted that, too.

I snagged his pants, dragging them closer as he continued to tease me. Anticipation electrified every nerve in my body, my heart beating so fast, I felt it in my throat. Finally finding the right pocket, I extracted my prize and tore open the packet.

“Rowdy.” Holy shit, he hit the exact right spot on my clit to make me moan. “Put this on.”

He met my gaze for a brief, hot second before taking the condom from me. I moved just far enough away to allow him to roll it down his shaft. I barely gave him time to move his hands before I shimmied into position, lined up his cock and sank down.

My eyes closed as his heated groan made flames lick through my blood. He was almost too much to take. It’d been a long time for me and the toys I’d been playing with didn’t match his width. Like, at all.

With my hands on his abs, I held myself in place, letting my channel clench around him and my clit tighten with anticipation. His heavy breathing and mine filled the air, and I opened my eyes to find his closed, his expression tight and filled with lust.

My body wanted to move, to ride him hard and fast, but I didn’t want it to be over too soon. I wanted to have sex with him all night, even though I knew I’d walk funny tomorrow. Even though I knew his mom would know I’d spent the night having sex with her son. Right now, nothing else mattered but what was happening here between us.

“Princess.” His eyes opened and his gaze snagged mine. “You gotta move soon, ’cause if you don’t, I’m gonna take the reins.”

“I might like that. Later. Right now, you’re mine.”

I started to move, slowly at first, taking an infinite amount of time to draw myself up his cock until only the tip remained inside. Then I slid back down, just as slowly, every ridge of his shaft rubbing against my inner flesh.

Damn, this was so much better than any toy.

Beneath my hands, Rowdy’s abs moved in time with his harsh breaths, then flexing as I moved his hands to my hips. He didn’t try to control my movements, but just the feel of that warm flesh on my skin was enough to make me clench around him.

“Fuck, Tressy. Do that again.”

My breath hitched at the growl in his voice, my body unconsciously giving him what he wanted. What I wanted. My pace picked up because I couldn’t help myself. I chased my pleasure, knowing he was right there with me. But I needed more.

Leaning forward, I draped myself over his naked chest, my clit finding the angle I needed for a short, sharp orgasm. It sparked like electricity, my moan ruffling the soft hair on his chest.

His arms rose and wrapped around my back, holding me in place.

“Goddamn, do that again.”

Yes, I really wanted to, but I wanted even more.

“Move with me, Rowdy.”

As if he’d been waiting for my permission, he thrust, hard, burying himself inside me until my clit could barely take the pressure. Then he started to move in earnest.

“Kiss me, Princess. And hold on.”

I didn’t move right away, enjoying the sensation of his cock moving inside me too much to think straight. Then I did put my hands on either side of his shoulders and lifted up just enough for my lips to be within reach of his. He tilted his head down to reach my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip before kissing me hard, his tongue sliding against mine and demanding control.

One hand slid down my back to cup my ass, and he squeezed me before he gripped my hips, held me steady and began tothrust hard, sinking as deep as he could before drawing out and seeking to bury himself even deeper the next time.

My body went slack with surrender. I let him have whatever he wanted. And he wanted everything. His kiss demanded my full attention, but the way he moved between my legs held me captive. So many sensations, so much pleasure.

He held me so tightly, I felt each individual finger sinking into my flesh. He controlled my movement, and I let him, loving the sense that I could give myself to him and he wouldn’t let me falter.

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