Page 23 of Bleeding Hearts

I run my middle finger through her slick center and then shove three fingers inside her without warning. She moans as her body goes slack, but doesn’t let go of my wrist. Instead, her grip tightens as her inner muscles clamp down on the intrusion. Slowly pulling them out, I relish the sound of her mews before thrusting them back inside with more force.

“You like that?” I don’t know why I feel the need to ask. It’s clear she does by the way her cheeks flush, and her eyes dilate which each pump of my hand. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” her voice is breathy. “But I want to come with you. Slide closer so I can grab your cock and choke it like you’re choking me.”

I release her throat and step back, but don’t stop fucking her with my fingers. With one hand, I unsnap my shorts and lower the zipper. They fall from my waist and stop when they hit the floor. Her hands reach out and tugs my briefs over my erection just past my ass. Reaching under my t-shirt, she wraps a hand around my cock and squeezes while dragging me forward.

I can’t see her hand like I’d like, so I reach behind me, yank my shirt over my head, freeing it from my body. Tossing it, I glance down at her tight grip, pumping me with urgency, bringing me closer to the climax building inside. The desire to shove my cock in her pussy is strong, but I won’t because this is hot, and I want her to come all over my hand while I paint her stomach.

“You have a beautiful penis.” Bethany licks her lips while staring at it. “Next time, I want to suck on it while you fuck my mouth and pull my hair.”

I reach up and slide my fingers into her short hair and tug hard. “It’s not a penis. Men have cocks or dicks. Never call it that again unless you want me to show you the difference.”

The way her lips curl up should tell me she’s going to push me beyond my limits. “And how do you plan to do that? You hiding a second one I don’t know about?”

Shoving my cock harder into her fist while my fingers inside her press against her g-spot, I groan. “No. But you have one on your nightstand that’ll work. Maybe that’s why you’re confused. Your toys aren’t adequate enough to measure up, so you don’t understand the difference. It makes me wonder what types of men you’ve been fucking who’ve allowed you to call their cocks penises.”

Her only response is a throaty moan, which is for the best. The thought of her with any other man has me seeing red. I don’t like it at all. The only man I want her fucking is me. I’ll be the one she thinks about when she uses her vibrator later. The only one she’ll ever think about again.

I fuck her harder with my hand, this time using my thumb to stimulate her clit. Her pussy weeps all over my fingers, her arousal sweetening the air. The scent of her makes my cock swell more with each stroke of her hand, knowing I’ll never be able to jack off again without remembering how her hand felt wrapped around me.

“Are you close?” I draw her closer so I can kiss her lips. “I’m so close, but I don’t want to come before you.”

“I’m close.” She pants harder now, reacting to how my fingers drag along her walls.

With added pressure, her body convulses and her breathing hitches as she climaxes, leaving my hand coated with herorgasm. It’s like she can’t stop now that she’s started, and damn if it’s not the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. As she tightens her grip around my cock, I explode, coating her belly in thick, white ropes of cum. I watch in awe as it slides down her skin and lands on my palm. The need to rub it all over her wet cunt is strong.

“My tubes are tied. I can’t get pregnant.” She pants out, her chest rising and falling rapidly, as she watches intently. “I’m gonna assume you’re clean. That you’ve not been with anyone after Stephanie?”

My eyes lift to meet hers. “You’d be assuming right.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” She leans back and looks down at where my cum slides further down her stomach. “Do it.”

There’s an intimacy to this that makes what we’re doing feel more than a casual hookup. But I’m not about to let that stop me. I withdraw my hand from her pussy and glide my fingers up her abdomen, gathering my cum and mixing it with hers. Once I’m satisfied, I drag it back down her stomach and over her center, smearing it everywhere. After that, I push some deep inside her as I mix them even more, creating a messy situation that I relish every second of.

“Now about that bath you said you wanted. I think now would be a good time to take one. You’re a beautiful mess, and I can’t allow you to go to bed like this.” Removing my finger from her, I glide my hand over her stomach, up her breast, her neck, and then to her mouth. “How do we taste?”

I wasn’t expecting her to open, but when she does, I shove my fingers inside her, and fuck if I’m not ready for round two. She sucks and moans around my fingers before I pull them out and bring them to my mouth to clean off what she missed. The way her eyes heat is all I need to see to know she’s as turned on as me.

“We make a tasty treat.” I lick my lips, the tangy flavor of us lingering on my tongue. “Can I join you in the bath?”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

Before I change my mind and carry her into the bedroom to fuck her, I step back and walk over to the tub. It’s bigger than most. We’ll be snug, but not as snug as in a regular-sized tub. I turn on the water and test the temperature before spinning to face her.

She’s staring at me. I can’t decipher her gaze, but I doubt it’s only lust I see in her eyes. Not that I’d ask her if she’s reconsidering our earlier conversation, because I don’t think that’s a good idea. She warned me I couldn’t change her mind, and I should take her word for it. Even if her eyes suggest otherwise.

Chapter 11

Nolan

“Idon’t really know where to start.” For the past fifteen minutes, I’ve sat here on this bench, trying to figure out what to say. “You probably already know, but it only seems right to say it out loud.”

Guilt has been eating me alive since leaving Bethany’s house on Saturday night. I went home and sat in my living room staring at the television weighted down with grief.

When will my heart stop bleeding for this woman?

Will the life I feel I should’ve had always haunt me?

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