Page 15 of My Stupid Heart

Her mouth was back on his, her hands roaming his bare torso, more moans rumbling up from her throat.He broke their kiss for a moment and held her shoulders.“Moll—we don’t have to.”

“Oh …” She nodded fervently.“Yes, yes, we do.”Peeling her shirt over her head, she went to work on the drawstring of his sweatpants next while pressing warm, wet kisses across his chest.

Lifting her up by her ass, he plunked her on the kitchen counter, but they quickly realized that height wouldn’t work, so he moved her over to the island, which was just a touch lower.He helped her remove her shorts and underwear until she was in just a bra, all the while kissing her neck and shoulders, her jaw and the tops of her breasts.

He slid the straps of her pale purple bra down over her arms and the cups fell forward, revealing the sweetest, tightest, most perfect nipples he’d ever seen.He latched his mouth around one and sucked, pulling a sharp gasp from her mouth as she shoved her fingers into his hair and held him there.He moved over to the other breast to repeat the attention and she released his hair to reach around behind her and unclasp the bra completely, allowing it to fall to the ground.

She was entirely naked now, and the most gorgeous thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

Her hand fell to his erection, and she skimmed the heel of her palm along it over his pants.“Please,” she moaned, scraping her bottom teeth along his jaw.“Please.”

He nodded and stepped back, taking in her beauty as he dropped his sweatpants to his ankles.He hadn’t bothered with boxers.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured, giving himself a couple of leisurely tugs.“Goddammit, Moll, I never thought … I never thought this would ever happen.”

Her eyes roamed his body, but returned to his face after a quick ogle of his cock.“Me either.”

“You’re not a frumpy, damaged, single mom.You are … fuck, Moll, you’re a work of goddamn art.”With just a finger, he traced the line beneath her breasts and watched as her nipples beaded even harder.

Biting her bottom lip, she reached for him, and he went to her.She wrapped her arms around his neck as their mouths collided again, and he cupped her ass and scooted her forward so she would be perfectly aligned with his cock.

When it felt right, because everything with Molly now, at long last, felt right, he made sure she was slick before he notched himself at her center and slid home.

Their collective sigh shot him up into the ether.

The kitchen island was the perfect height for her to sit and take him to the hilt.Her legs banded around his waist and she locked her ankles at the small of his back, her heel firm against his crease as he slowly moved in and out of her with measured, patient thrusts.

He didn’t want to rush this.Not for a fucking second.

This was his dream.His fantasy and it was finally becoming a reality.He wasn’t going to squander such a gift or sprint to the finish line.Losing his virginity when he was fifteen had meant very little to him, but this—he’d never get a first time with Molly again, and he wanted to savor it.

Her skin was so soft beneath his lips as he kissed across her shoulder, her collarbone, up her neck and over her jaw.Her little mewls and whimpers of pleasure had the animal inside of him wanting to pick up speed and go harder.But he resisted.

This woman was gentle.

She was soft.

She was sweetness in every sense of the word and she didn’t deserve for his id to take over right now and have him pound her into the counter until the marble cracked.

But she surprised him for the second time that night.“Harder, Ryker.Please.Harder.I won’t break.I’ve wanted this for so long.”Her nails raked across his upper back as she pushed her chest toward the ceiling, her tits bouncing with each thrust.“Harder.More.”

He hesitated, but when she opened her eyes and locked them on him, driving home just how serious she was that he didn’t treat her like a porcelain doll, he growled, cupped her ass and started to pound harder and faster.

“Yessss,” she hissed, her tits bouncing even more with his force.“God, yes.”Her ass was on the very edge of the counter, and when she unlocked her legs from behind his back and bent her knees, spreading herself wider for him, he could go even deeper.He groaned as she took more of his cock, as she squeezed her hot, tight pussy around him like a vice.

He wasn’t going to last long, and they’d stupidly gone without a condom.

Everyone at the wedding thought he’d hooked up with two of the chicks he was flirting with, and he couldn’t be bothered to correct them.But the truth was, he didn’t sleep with anybody the night of the wedding.He ended up taking a bottle of whiskey to the barn and sitting in the stall with Macklin, the attention-whore horse.Macklin tried sitting in his lap, as Macklin always did, and nearly crushed Ryker’s pelvis, but at least he wasn’t alone.Matter of fact, Ryker hadn’t slept with anyone in nearly six months, and he got checked after that last woman.So he knew he was clean, and he assumed Molly was, but …

“I’m close,” he said on a guttural groan.“Really fucking close.”

“M-me, too.”

“Need to pull out.”

“I’m clean and I have an IUD.”

He stopped hammering into her for a hot minute and opened his eyes, meeting her gaze.“I … I’m clean, too.But … we don’t—”

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