Page 181 of Severed Heart
“What, no!”I protest as he cups the back of my head and lifts me to sit half-naked, running his tongue over my lips before drawing me into a ravenous kiss. I cling to him as he molds our mouths, thrusting my tongue against his just as hungrily as he dizzies me before pulling me away.
“Lay down,” he says, pushing me gently back onto his bench seat, “hands beneath your ass, baby, and lift your hips as much as you can,” he orders gruffly while unhooking his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. Doing as I’m told, I gape at him as he stares down at me, a man on fire, before releasing his engorged cock. The sight of it in the bright light of day has me swallowing even while anticipation peaks.
“I won’t hurt you,” he assures as I keep my hands beneath my bare ass, tilting up for him as ordered. As if memorizing the moment, he sweeps my heaving chest, branding it with his eyes before briefly pausing on my exposed pussy.
“You’re a dream,” he utters before my begging commences. I surrender utterly, knowing he’s succeeded in every way to keep me under his wicked spell—to keep me wanton and full of desire. Every look, every touch, and every minute of the torturous days now marked with purpose as I realize just how ready my body is—physically and mentally. His preparations masterful. Calculated. Every molecule screaming for him as my lips utter my need.
“Now,” I order, unable to take another second as he pushes my blouse up to my chin so that he’s got an unobstructed view of my breasts. Stepping up on the metal rung hanging low beneath his truck door, he palms his dash with one hand and the top of his bench seat with the other. Eyes blazing down me, he rakes his lips in anticipation, his voice so rough, I barely recognize it when he speaks.
“I love you,” he whispers, lining the fat head of his cock against my entrance as he hisses through his teeth before angling his hips down and slowly driving some of his length into me. Though ready, my body instantly reacts, my pussy tightening around him. Cursing, he pulls out and drives back in a little further as my mouth falls open at the stretch. Sensation consumes me, and I whimper his name as he eases into me partway.
“Fuck,” he grunts as I shudder around him, tightening further as he pulls back, only to again drive in, going a little further each time. Angling his hipsjust so, he inches in again, feeding me his massive cock little by little. Barely shifting his hips, he purposefully drags his dick along my walls, precise, measured. The feel of it, of being so full of him, utter bliss.
Inside, I feel myself continually coiling at the pressure he’s creating until I’m gasping his name. It builds and builds through blinding pleasure as his brown eyes hold me, hold our surreal connection which feels less hum, more lightning. Powerfully zig-zagging between our connected bodies as he claims me feet away from our front door.
Body tingling from head to foot, just as I’m about to tip over, he drives in fully, grinding against the swell he’s caused. At the feel of it, I clamp down around him and explode in sensation. My body shuddering uncontrollably as the rush seizes me with such intensity, that I lose my fucking mind. Grappling foranythingto hold onto, endless waves of pleasure course through me. As I peak, a scream rips from my throat, cracking as I release it before I hoarsely call his name. The whole of me continually convulsing due to the strength of the most powerful orgasm of my life.
Lost in the pulse happening throughout my entire body, still unfurling, my breaths erratic, I continue to come apart until the wave recedes, leaving me shaking in aftermath. It’s when Tyler pulls back—and I gain some small sense of reality—that I feel just how soaked I am where we’re still connected.
“Look at me, baby. Watch me fuck you,” he orders, his expression purely carnal as he rears back and thrusts in again and again.
And again.
And again.
Lost in a haze of disbelief, he brings me back to the point of combustion and pushes me over, drawing only a slightly less powerful release than the first until I’m a whimpering mess beneath him.
Seeming satisfied, he finallytouchesme. The added sensation of his hands has me losing any faculties I have remaining.
Threading our fingers together at the top of my thighs, he continues his relentless thrusts, his jaw going slack as his eyes soak every bit of it in, missing nothing.
As if triggered by the sight, he begins pumping more furiously into me, a growl ripping from his throat as he fucks me to within an inch of my life. I catch it the second he starts to succumb, his jaw tightening in the most delicious way. Eyes firing bright as he unleashes his sounds and pours into me, his chest straining beneath his T-shirt as he gasps and comes for long, intense seconds. His eyes remaining lit as he leans over and licks the tears from my face before collapsing on top of me.
Wrapping as much of myself around him, his labored breaths hit my bare chest as I drag my nails beneath his shirt, along his back, and all the rest of what heated skin I can reach.
I continue to shake beneath him as I try to make sense of what just happened, of how he knew how to fuck me in such a way.
When he finally lifts, his eyes sparkle with familiar warmth as he graces me with a dimple-popping grin. “So... I got your text.”
We both burst into laughter as the sheen of sweat covering me starts to cool. Cradling my face in his hands, slowly, so slowly, he takes my mouth in the most tender of kisses. This one emotionally infused and lasting blissful, freeing seconds. Though far more leashed and controlled, it’s no less perfect. When Tyler pulls away and stands, I lift from the seat to follow, and he shakes his head, gently palming my chest to keep me idle.
“No baby, stay here,” he murmurs, running his finger down my profile. “I’ll get something for us. Be right back.”
“Tyler, I’m a mess,” I protest with bulging eyes. “Your truck is a mess.”
“Good, and don’t you dare go shy on me. We’re about to do thatagain.” He grins as my cheeks heat. Standing at the door of his truck, covered in a sheen of sweat and looking lethally sexy, he imparts a devilish smile before his declaration. “All fucking night.”
“Tyler,” I whisper, my chest still pumping as I try to gather what wits remain. “What did you just do?”
Dipping, he kisses me until I’m breathless and pulls away. “I just fucked the woman I’ve been obsessing over for many years and made her come all over my cock.”
“So dirty,” I whisper.
“You don’t know the half of it,” he assures before his warning. “Prepare yourself, that’s not even a quarter of how fucking filthy it’s about to get.”
He pauses when he reads my expression.
“Baby, if you tell me you didn’t like that, I’m going to have to callbullshit.”
