Page 93 of Tender Heart
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Sliding two fingers into her center, I suck hard on her clit, knowing it will bring her close. Make her pussy swollen andtight, bring her more pleasure when I finally slam into her. She shoots up off the bed. I plunder each sensitive part of her over and over until she is crying out my name. Hands gripping tight in my hair, she comes, grinding against my mouth. I take everything she gives up.
“Need more, Evie baby?”
“Yes . . . Please, Cal.”
I rise from the floor and sit, leaning back on the headboard. “Come sink your pretty pussy on my lap.”
She rolls over, pushing up onto her knees. Walking on her knees, she straddles my lap.
“No. Turn around. I want to see that tight ass of yours bounce on my cock.”
Evie huffs a shy laugh but does as I ask. And when she sits over me and looks back, those brown eyes almost take me under. I grab her hips, lining up my tip with her slick entrance. She pulls her hair to the side, exposing her spine, and lets it rest over her right shoulder.
Fucking perfect.
I slam her down onto my hard length, and she cries out, rolling her hips.
“Fuck, baby girl. So. Fucking. Tight.”
Her fingers wrap around mine on her hips, and she rises. Slowly. Too slowly. And I almost come with the sweet agony of it.
“Bounce,” I growl.
She turns back, her face turned serious. “It feels too good. I don’t wan?—”
“Now.”
She rises and plummets, taking up a quick rhythm, still watching me. Her tits bounce with every single drop of her body. My mouth waters at the sight of those pert, dusky nipples pointing at nothing, the curve of her under breast tantalizing mewith every stroke. Fuck, I need them between my lips. But the sight of her sweet little ass bouncing on my cock is too good.
I grip her hips, slowing her movements.
She rolls forward with the next stroke, tugging my tip deeper inside her. I drop my head back, groaning through the bliss her movement brings.
“You like that?” she breathes.
“Baby, there isn’t a thing I don’t like about you.”
A sweet giggle leaves her lips, but it fades as she whispers, “Good.”
That’s the undoing of me. The telltale heat in my lower spine spreads as my balls tighten. Evie lowers, her hands gripping mine, which are still on her hips, tighter. Her face breaks as she tightens around my cock.
“Cal,” she cries on one breathy, ragged syllable.
“Fuck, baby girl. Ride it out.”
She picks up the pace, hips rolling as she strangles my goddamn cock. Each beautiful wave she works through milks another hot, ropey shot deep inside her. Pressing my forehead to her spine, I growl through my release.
Her whimpers turn to breathy whispers.
She settles, and I wrap my arms around her waist. She leans back, her face turning to nuzzle into my neck. The definition of cruel is giving a lonely man this kind of heaven, this woman, only to steal her away for some bigger, more noble purpose.
“Don’t let go yet,” she whispers.
The stone forming in my throat may as well be a boulder. Unable to reply, I tighten my hold on her. The second I can draw air again, I kiss her neck, her jaw, brushing my nose over the shell of her ear.
“How are you so tender under that rough exterior, Callum McCreary?”
