Page 129 of How to Break My Heart
“I know.” She yawns but tightens her hold on me. “But I miss you.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper.
She turns around so our eyes meet. Her lips find mine, and my urge to be inside her roars back.
“I won’t hurt you, baby,” I tell her softly.
Her fingers reach out to caress my face. “I know.”
My hands slowly glide down to her beautiful, perfect tits. Slowly and agonizingly, I tease them between my fingers, then tug on them softly. I spent the day ravaging her, so I know her body needs a break.
Beneath me, her soft moans become more intense. My hand reaches down to enter her, but she stops me with her lips curved into a delicious and wicked smile.
Everleigh climbs on top. Reaching down, she grasps at my shaft, causing me to tense at her touch. Slowly, she eases me in until I’m completely seated inside her.
I rest my arms behind my head, watching her ride me at her own pace. Every single inch of her is perfect, and the more my eyes admire her body, the harder it becomes to resist blowing inside her.
A maddening rush suddenly grips me, so I reach out and grab her hips, rocking her harder. Our bodies move in sync, and even though we spent most of today exploring one another like it was our first time, I still crave more.
It will never be enough.
“Come with me,” I demand.
My blood is pumping hard, and every single part of me tingles in mad delight as her pussy clenches around me. My body combusts, and all I can see are bright stars.
We catch our breath, both of us parched from the physical activity.
“Okay, now I’m officially broken,” she says.
I bring her to me and kiss her softly. “I think you broke me, too.”
Everleigh chuckles. “I broke the stallion?”
“The stallion may be broken.” I wince.
“Oh no.” She laughs again. “Well, you have come how many times? I think it may call for a world record. Unless, of course, the stallion rode too many mares during his single days, and his record is yet to be beaten.”
I turn to face her as my eyes fall upon her lips. “No one, and I mean no one, has ever made me feel the way you do.”
“You’ll do anything to get me into bed,” she whispers with a smile. “But if that’s your way of telling me you love me…”
My cheeks rise. “I love you.”
“Okay.” She laughs, rolling her eyes. “Round six, here we go, I guess.”
We arrived at the store just as Elliot opened the door.
Back in high school, I saw him around, but since he’s a few years older than me, we didn’t run in the same circles. He’s a decent guy who doesn’t seem bothered by much, especially when Everleigh is repeating her list to him for the tenth time.
“Okay, so that I remember,” Elliot says, touching his lip. “I use this switch to turn on the espresso machine?”
He hides his smirk, and I hold back mine.
Everleigh is too easy of a target.
Everleigh’s eyes widen. “Are you really asking me that?”
“No,” he shouts. “Oh my God. For the millionth time. I know how to run this place.”
