Page 58 of Rowdy Hearts

When he ripped his mouth away from mine, I whimpered. Actually fucking whimpered, but I couldn’t care less. And when he rolled us over so that I was on my back and he was stretched out over me, I sank my hands into his hair and held on.

Now I felt the full strength of his body as he thrust into me, starting slow but building in power and strength. But it still wasn’t enough. And he must have sensed it. Before I knew what he was doing, he pulled out and leaned back, making me protest with a frustrated moan.

“Rowdy—”

“Hang on, Princess. Just one sec.”

He didn’t move far, just enough to grab a pillow off the nearest chair, which he shoved under my ass to tilt my pelvis.

“So fucking pretty.”

His gaze traced fire between my spread legs, which turned into a blaze of lust as he put his hands on the inside of my thighs and pressed them even farther apart.

“I can’t wait to watch you come like this.”

My pussy clenched, aching to be filled again. So I reached for his cock, wrapping my right hand around it and tugging on him.

“Fuck, Princess, you do that too much, and I’m going to come on your stomach.”

“Then you better move, because I’m not stopping until you?—”

He tugged me closer, making me yelp in surprise, thenreplaced my hand on his cock with his and lined the tip with my entrance. His eyes never left mine as he thrust inside. This position made him feel twice as wide, and I sucked in a breath, even as my legs wrapped around his thighs and tried to pull him even closer.

“Play with your nipples while I fuck you, Princess. Give me a show.”

I didn’t think twice. Lifting my hands, I cupped my breasts and plumped them together, making circles around my nipples with my index fingers until they hardened to diamond-sharp tips, so sensitive I felt every touch go straight to my clit.

With a groan, he began to thrust harder, keeping one hand on my hip to hold me steady and moving the other to my stomach, using his thumb and forefinger to play with my clit. My breath caught as my entire focus became the coiling anticipation in my sex. Every flick of his index finger and press of his thumb pushed me closer to an orgasm.

My eyes closed as I chased it, every sensation becoming more intense. My stomach contracted as my sex clenched and rippled around his cock, wanting more. He swore under his breath as I moaned, my hands releasing my breasts and reaching for his wrists to hold myself steady.

“Come on, Princess. Come for me.”

Whether it was the words or just his voice or the combination of both, I finally went over the edge. My back arched as I came, raw undiluted ecstasy pouring through my veins as I spun out.

With another rough curse, Rowdy stretched out on top of me and fucked me through my orgasm until I felt him shudder and shove himself as far into me as he could get, then he held still. He nuzzled his head into my neck, his breath hot on my skin and his body heavy. A good heavy, like an anchor I needed to keep myself grounded.

We lay there, breathing like we’d just run a marathon. Our skin, silky with sweat, melded together. I didn’t want to move,didn’t want Rowdy to move, but I released my hold on him when he rolled to my side. After he took off the condom, he scooped an arm around me and draped me over his chest.

Ridiculously relieved that he didn’t get up and move away, I settled my head on his still-rapidly rising chest and put my hand over his heart, feeling it pump hard and fast.

Damn, this was way too comfortable.

I might just have made the most incredibly stupid mistake of my life. And one of the best.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Rowdy

The longer I held her,the more I was convinced this was the best damn night of my entire life.

It’d definitely been the best sex I’d ever had. And I couldn’t wait to see if we could top it.

But I knew I couldn’t ask her to stay tonight. I wanted to, but she’d want to go back to my parents’ house so she could be there when Krista woke up in the morning. And yeah, I knew that could be awkward as hell for her with my mom. I knew my dad was probably oblivious to the situation unless my mom said something. And I didn’t think she would. Because my mom liked Tressy. And she really liked Krista.

If my mom could adopt them, she would, because… well, that was my mom’s M.O.

With every passing second, Tressy relaxed against me even more, until she released a long breath that made goosebumps rise all over my body. And my cock stir.

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