Page 64 of Heartbreaker

That’s so hot, and I want to taste what he’s tasting, but there’s no time to ask because my orgasm is racing out of me like a freight train. I buck and writhe, making sounds I’m not sure I could ever replicate, and screaming his name.

“That’s my beautiful girl,” he rasps as I come down, lifting his head with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Then, before I can process what’s happening, he sheaths himself with a condom and slides his cock against my slick entrance.

“Royal.” I whimper, grasping his hips, tugging him closer. “Touch me—kiss me!”

I lift my torso as he leans in and our mouths lock together greedily.

And when I taste myself on his tongue, the tangy flavor turns me on all over again.

“Please—do it now, Royal,” I plead against his lips.

“Do what, baby? Can you say the word?”

I shake my head, biting my lip.

I’ve used the F word one time in my entire life. That was the day my grandmother taught me about speaking like a lady. And though I desperately want to whisper all the dirty words, I’m not sure I can.

“Please…” I reiterate. “Please.”

He pauses, the tip of his cock paused right at the edge of my entrance, and he smiles. “Okay, beautiful—we’ll do it your way.This time.”

Then he slides in, one excruciating inch at a time, his eyes never leaving mine.

Oh. My. God.

Memories from the last time we made love come rushing back, and there’s no mistaking the rush of liquid between my legs. I love how this feels, and I wiggle into a position that makes it more comfortable to accommodate his girth. He’s huge and beautiful and hard and silky, and he’s stretching me wide.

“You like that, Shortcake?” His eyes glitter with utter…adoration.

I can see it, feel it, know it. Whether it’s real or just a moment of sexual perfection, I can’t be sure, but right now—every part of him is mine. And I’m going to hang on to that as long as I can.

“Royal.” I dig my nails down his back, pulling him closer. “Make love to me.”

“We might have to save that for next time,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’m hanging on by a thread right now. Fucking might be all I can give…”

“That’s okay.” I tilt my hips, taking him even deeper, and his eyes roll back in his head. “I’ll be fast too.”

“Fuck, baby, I can’t—” He pulls back and slams back into me.

“Yes!”

“Can you take more?” he growls.

“Yes-yes-yes!”

There’s no holding back or slowing down or taking our time.

This train is barreling down the track at full speed, my second orgasm imminent.

“Royal, I’m so close,” I moan.

“You gonna cream all over my cock for me, Shortcake?”

“Yesss…” The word is drawn out as he pulls out again. Right to the tip.

“Look at me when you come,” he growls. “Because I’m going to teach that sweet pussy who it belongs to.”

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