Page 59 of How to Break My Heart
Ashton’s fingers dive inside me, sending me into a delicious trance. I close my eyes, momentarily lost in his scent, allowing it to intoxicate my senses.
My body shivers in anticipation, and upon opening my eyes, I see the turmoil in his reflection as he slowly slides another finger inside of me.
Another moan accidentally passes my lips, forcing Aston to cover my mouth with his hand. “I warned you to be quiet.” He pushes in more as I scream into his hand. My thoughts are incoherent, desperate to push the boundaries. “Good girl. Now look at me.”
His tortured gaze is enough to push me over the edge.
I’m falling into a beautiful abyss, struggling to control my body. I buckle in his embrace, tightening my grip on his wrist while I ride out the most intense orgasm I have ever had.
It takes me several moments to gather my composure and control my ragged breaths, only for him to remove his fingers from inside me and turn me around so we’re face-to-face.
He brings his fingers to his lips and sucks on them with ease. “You taste just how I imagined.”
In a bold move, I take his fingers and bring them to my mouth, sucking on them as well. The scent of my arousal lingers between us, only making me want more.
With a roguish smirk, he rubs his thumb against my lip. “Next time, you’ll be taking me into this beautiful mouth of yours.”
What is he doing to me?
And the frightening thing is, I know there will be a next time.
CHAPTER 17Aston
I can smell her all over my hand.
The temptation to slide my cock in and take her inside the bathroom is impossible to ignore, but I know it won’t be long until someone comes looking for us. With every moan escaping her beautiful lips, I fight the urge to fuck her to oblivion.
Miss Woods is my target.
I want to own her here and now.
My hands instinctively cover her mouth to hide her delicious moaning, but all it does is send me into a frenzy. I thrust my fingers into her, groaning as they slide in so effortlessly. Her soaked pussy smothers my fingers, and inside my pants, I’m ready to fucking blow.
The unbearable pain of holding back is a whole other torture.
I control the moment, but the truth is—I am tormenting myself just as much.
Avoiding our reflection in the mirror is futile. I watch her body melt into me, and her tits bounce inside her white lace bra. All the while she rides my fingers until she loses control and comes all over them.
Then, I taste her.
And she tastes likeperfection.
She brings my fingers to her lips and I watch her taste her own juices.
Fuck, I am on the verge of exploding right here and now!
Yet, the fear of being caught weighs heavily on my mind.
For now, I have to stop.
But I need this power trip. I need to be the only man she thinks of when her body is falling into an abyss and her pussy is throbbing with cum, dripping from the intensity.
The only voice in her head.
The only scent she can smell.
And I need this doctor douche gone for fucking good.
