Page 95 of Heart Break Her

More than I already have.

She summons the darkest parts of me and draws them to the surface. The need to protect her swimming with the knowledge that all I’m destined to do is destroy all things pure.

I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and lean down for a long kiss, sinking my teeth into her lip before parting her mouth with my tongue and drinking purity from the source. She tastes like all things good I’m not meant to sample.

One bite, one swallow.

Her fingers wrap around my cock, and it brings me back to reality. Cassie pulls her mouth away, running her tongue over her lips and then sinking her pretty mouth over my dick.

Fucking hell, it feels so good.

I grip her hair, but it doesn’t stop me from feeling like I’m floating. Her hot tongue slides up and down my shaft, doing a magical little swirl over the head each time she reaches the top. It’s enough to drive a man insane, and I’m already well beyond that.

Tilting Cassie’s head back, my dick falls from her lips, and I lean in to kiss her again. As good as her mouth feels, I need more of her. I need all of it.

I lift us up to standing and spin her around before pressing her onto the bed, stomach first. I kick my jeans off my ankles, but not before grabbing a condom from the pocket and rolling it on.

She moans as I lay myself over her. Her sweet little ass frames my dick and makes me harder. I turn her head to the side so I can lean in for a kiss. Her mouth is sealed on mine as I grab the base of my dick and run it along her pussy. She’s slick and ready, and as much as I’d like to be a gentleman about it, I’m out of patience.

Lining up, I thrust into her in one solid motion, filling her until I hit somewhere so deep it strangles her breath.

“You okay?” I ask against her mouth.

Her eyes flutter open but are hooded in pleasure as she nods. “More.”

“Yeah?” I pull out and thrust back in again, harder this time, and she lets out a little scream.

“More,” she says again, stripping away any decency I have left.

With my mouth inches from hers, I wrap my hand around her throat, thrusting in with punishing force again and again. Her moans turn to screams. When I bite down on her lip, she smiles so wickedly I feel it in my balls.

The pressure is building, and I can tell we’re both so close. Her pussy clenches my dick like it wants to strangle it, and I love every hard pull. I reach around her body with my free hand and find her clit. With the first swirl of my thumb, her entire body starts to shiver.

Hips rocking, tongues fighting. Her fingers gripping the bed so hard she’s tugging the blanket loose.

Her eyes flutter open just enough to lock on mine, and my world shatters.

With a thrust, I feel her clench as her orgasm shakes through her. Her pussy quivers around my dick, sending me over the edge. My thrusts slow down until we finally stop, but her walls are holding tight and pulsing.

A breath apart, our lips connect in the barest kiss, one that might not even exist except inside my head. And when she smiles against my mouth, I know I’m in trouble. Because I’ve never felt more.

And, at the same time, I’ve never felt like less.

28

Cassie

Sebastian’sbathtubcouldpassas a small hot tub. It’s huge, like everything else in his house. Expensive and extravagant.

On tour, it’s easy to forget that, by the age of twenty-six, he’s probably made enough money to be set financially for the rest of his life. Because, while we do frequent fancy hotels, we spend most of our time backstage at dirty stadiums or cramped on tour buses.

But being in his house is a reminder of just who he is and what he has at his fingertips.

What strikes me isn’t the grandeur of it though. It’s the down to earth touches that feel a lot like Sebastian. The beat-up guitars hanging on the wall, like they tell a story of a different part of his life. The photos down every hallway capturing moments of the band from the beginning up until now, including ones with my brother. The simple things that give hints at a man who cares a lot more than he wants people to know.

Being in his home, I feel guilty thinking it would be anything less than it is because every inch of it feels one hundred percent like him. Hidden, sacred, showing me only glimpses that I can touch.

And I feel like I’ve never seen deeper into his soul.

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