Page 42 of Our Hearts to Break

“Fuck me,” River says, his green eyes flaring with intensity. “Punish me with your big cock. Claim me. I know you want to, Nate.”

After I remove my fingers, he grabs my shaft and lines my tip to his entrance. He pushes me past the first ring of muscle, groaning as he clenches around me.

Gripping his hips, I bounce him up and down my cock, staring into his eyes. “You like getting fucked in this tight ass, don’t you?”

He nods and digs his teeth into his lip. “I wanna ride all the way home with your cum dripping out of me.”

I lean forward and flick my tongue over his nipple as I grip his shaft. We work as a team, me thrusting up into him while I stroke his fat cock, River riding me like a damn cowboy.

He moans, and his eyes slam shut. “Oh god, Nate.”

I sink deeper and deeper, and every time I hit his prostate, he moans louder. River is on the edge, so close to hitting the peak of his orgasm. To heighten his pleasure, I wrap my fingers around his throat and squeeze lightly. His eyes open and widen on me, a thrill rushing over him.

“I did this to you, baby,” I tell him, jerking his leaking cock. “Say it.”

“You did this,” he bites out. “Oh, fuck… Yes.”

My head spins from the wave of sensations rocking my body. River is seconds from coming, and I’m not far behind.

“Come for me, Riv.”

I lift my hips, thrusting one last time as my cum fills his tight hole, and he coats my chest. Out of breath, he collapses on top of me, his head on my shoulder. His cum sticks to our skin, but I don’t care because I love the scent of him.

He gives me a quick kiss and slides off me.

“Bend over.”

I slap his ass, and River laughs.

He gets on his knees, his ass facing me. “Can’t get enough of me, lover boy?”

I move behind him and spread his cheeks, turned on by my cum dripping out of his hole. “I will never get sick of this.”

After mentally cataloging this moment, I push River onto the mattress. “That was unreal. Who knew sex could be like this?”

“If I had known, I would’ve fucked you years ago.”

I stare at the ceiling, my heart racing, trying to catch my breath. Once again, River has blown my mind.

I’m so lucky he’s my boyfriend.

For once, someone chose me.

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On our wayto River’s house, I sit in the passenger seat, bored out of my mind. Whenever I let my thoughts wander, I go to dark places.

It’s a habit.

I think about River walking away and moving on with his life, no longer weighed down by my problems and me. Once he’s gone, he won’t have to wake up to my nightmares. Or stroke my fragile ego that sometimes dangles by a thread.

I hate her.

Veronica.

No matter how hard I try, I can’t erase her from my brain. She’s the star of my nightmares, the tormentor of my existence. I regret ever walking into that bedroom. If I hadn’t been such a horny little shit, she wouldn’t have come into my room.

I hate that my cock hardens just thinking about naked bodies pressed together. I hate that I can’t control myself without River holding me back. And most of all, I hate that I have this sickness inside me that will eventually infect River.

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