Page 60 of Black Heart

“You feel so good, Tristan,” Marty practically purred as she teasingly ran her fingers over his back. He groaned long and loud as his thrusts became a bit unsteady. He stared down at her, watching her hungrily as he moved inside of her.

She needed him to lose control and she knew of only one way to do that. She had to taunt him. She cupped the back of his head and pulled him down so that she could press a kiss against his neck, earning a sexy growl. She pressed another kiss right beneath his ear and suckled the skin, making him lose a little more control, but not enough.

“I’ve dreamed of you fucking me for years, Tristan,” she whispered into his ear, making him buck harder into her. “I’ve dreamed of sucking your cock and dreamed of you bending me over and-”

Her words were cut off by a loud roar as he began to pound into her, hard and quick. It took everything she had to hold onto him as her hips rolled to meet his. He took her mouth again in a hungry kiss, thrusting his tongue in her mouth with more control.

She wanted to scream, “Yes!” and probably did by the way he grunted. She felt her body tighten around his as another orgasm built inside her. She became wild beneath him, kissing him and clawing at him, desperate for what waited for her. When her orgasm finally broke, she threw her head back and screamed his name.

Tristan stilled above her. After a sight pause, he threw his head back and groaned, long and loud. He squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head forward, panting. “Marty…oh…God…Marty!” he groaned loudly before he took a deep breath and brushed his lips over hers.

She couldn’t help but smile as she weakly said, “That was so good, Tristan.”

He raised himself up to look down at her, looking confused as he said, “What do you mean ‘was’? We’re not done yet.”

“What…” Marty started to ask only to have her words trail off when he began to move.

“Definitely not done,” Tristan said, cutting off her whimper as he took her mouth in another hungry kiss that left her desperate for more.

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An hourafter she’d cried, begged, and threatened to kill him, Marty’s head finally hit the pillow. He took her four times.Fourtimes! Every time got better than the last, if that was even possible. She didn’t count the blowjobs she gave him with the hopes of exhausting him so that she could finally sleep. Naturally, he felt the need to reciprocate those times in the shower with his mouth and fingers. Now, she was sore, exhausted, and pretty sure that she’d used up a lifetime of orgasms with him tonight. She closed her eyes and released a heartfelt sigh.

A moment later, she swallowed hard when she felt him curl up behind her. He chuckled softly in her ear. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll let you rest. It’s just after ten now, so in about three hours, I’ll wake you up again.”

She whimpered.

Another chuckle as she felt him kiss the back of her neck “Don’t worry. I’ll let you get some sleep. We have to be at work in the morning.”

“You have to go to a meeting in the morning,” Marty reminded him.

“I’d rather go to work,” Tristan grumbled.

“Tristan, don’t you think that you should take some time off? You really should have someone look at your shoulder,” Marty said around a yawn as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

He kissed her shoulder as he sighed. “How about this? If it hurts tomorrow, I’ll go home early and use up my vacation time.”

Knowing that was probably the best she would get from him, Marty nodded her agreement. With that settled, she closed her eyes, ready for some much-needed sleep.

She’d never been happier to have to go to work in her life. She was so tired. There was no doubt in her mind that if they didn’t have work in the morning that he wouldn’t let her rest. She felt his arm snake around her waist and snuggled back against his chest with a pleased smile.

When his hand began to wander down her stomach, she made a grab for it.

“What are you doing?”

“Just repositioning my hand for comfort,” he said innocently.

Grudgingly, Marty released his hand and closed her eyes. A few seconds later, her eyes flew open as a loud gasp was torn from her lips. He ran his fingertip over her clit, teasing it again and again. Her damn traitorous body began to respond even as her brain sent out urgent messages that it was time to sleep.

Oh, God…

He was going to kill her with sex.

He kissed her neck and she stupidly gave him access. He kissed and licked her neck just the way that he knew she liked it. Damn him. She felt herself becoming wet again as his finger glided through her slit and slid inside her. She whimpered when he pulled his finger away from her, but then moaned loudly as he slid into her from behind.

“After this, I’ll let you get some sleep,” Tristan said and she couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t say, “I promise,” but at the moment, she really was in no position to argue.

It felt too good to complain.

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