Page 103 of The Heartbreaker
When I didn’t instantly move, he held my chin, aiming my face up at him while he pumped his dick with his other hand. “Hurry.”
Between his order and the sight in front of my eyes, the amount of hotness was explosive.
I lifted myself from a seated position and flipped around onto my knees, spreading my legs just enough to grant him the accesshe’d had on the bathroom counter. I balanced on my palms, my fingers bending around the edge of the bench.
While I waited, I glanced over my shoulder. Ridge was still stroking his cock, but while he did it, he was taking in my body, covering every inch of me with his stare.
“Fucking look at you,” he said, dragging out each word, his gaze finally meeting mine. “I can’t believe I get to fuck you.” He licked his lip. “Or that you’re mine.”
“All yours.” I gave him a playful smile. “Now, hurry.”
The height of the bench was just the right alignment, so all he had to do was step forward, and his tip was already at my entrance. Both of us were so wet that he slid right in.
“Fuck yes,” he rumbled.
The fullness was what I experienced first.
Even though I’d already felt it tonight, the new position was entirely different from the last one. I didn’t know how it was even possible, but it felt like he was reaching an even deeper spot.
And when he dived into me, fully burying himself, he stayed there for a pulse. Part of it felt like a tease; he was making me miss the friction. But the other part didn’t need the pressure because my body was building without it, using the stillness to ramp up my orgasm.
“Ah!” I panted. “This feels”—I took in more air—“so good.”
What never stopped moving was his hands. They were everywhere, constantly wandering my body, squeezing my nipples, slapping my ass, gripping my hips.
“Addison,” he hissed. “You’d better stop pumping your ass like that, or you’re going to make me come.”
I was meeting him in the middle. But beyond that, I was bucking my hips upward, forcing him to hit my walls, and with that came a whole new sensation.
One that was sucking all the wind out of me.
“I want you to come,” I pleaded.
Because I was on the verge.
And I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it back for much longer, not with how quickly my body was returning to that place. And especially not if he kept up this pace, the slamming, the arching, the twisting—a combination I couldn’t come back from.
I locked my arms and tightened my grip and looked at him over my shoulder. The hunger in his eyes was feral. The tug of his lips made him look unhinged.
This wasn’t just the sexiest man alive.
He was a man giving me everything he had.
And both of us were on the verge of screaming.
Not only could I feel it inside of me, but I could sense it in his strokes. How they had turned into short, sharp thrusts, each one ending in a long, loud grunt.
“Ridge,” I cried, the tingles moving higher in my body, “I want you to come right now.”
The last word had barely left my mouth when he reached around my side and grazed my clit.
“Oh!” I searched for air, for words—for anything. “Yes!”
He gave my clit that tiny motion again and again, sending my whole body into overdrive.
Waves of pleasure were spreading through me at a rate I couldn’t even fathom, and what made the moment even more intense was getting to watch when the same thing happened to him. When his eyes narrowed, when his lips drew wide, when his teeth bared. When the sensations were flushing through his body so strongly that he shouted, “Fuck! Yeah!” And, “Goddamn it, Addison, yes,” came next.
By the time he reached his peak, his momentum starting to die out, I was already shuddering, exhaling, “Ridge,” every time I was able to take in a breath and release it.
