Page 75 of Heart Strings & Hotlines
A rush of hot air hits my nipple, causing me to gasp.
“I didn’t touch,” he whispers an inch away from my flesh. He licks his lips, then blows against my nipple again.
The hot air hurts so good.
My fingers fumble to turn up the speed on the vibrator as I slowly fuck myself with it.
“Is that what you like? Nice and slow?”
“No,” I pant. “That’s for your viewing pleasure.”
His hot breath coasts down my ribs, to my belly button and then my hip.
“Then what do you like?”
His words are so much hotter than the freaking movie on the TV. He’s trying to best me again, but I started this, and I damn sure will be the one to finish it.
Rolling away from him, I stay on my stomach, waiting for the disappointment to creep into his features, and it doesn’t take long.
“Sit down, Thane.”
He mutters something unintelligible, but sits down, so I roll again, this time spinning and scooting my ass to the edge of the bed in front of him. Slowly, I lift my right leg to his left shoulder, then repeat the process on the other side.
“Perfection.” The word is strained as he forces it through his teeth. Then his hands grip my knees, and he opens me up farther.
It’s against the rules, but it’s so sexy, I don’t tell him to stop.
“Such a pretty pussy. Now show me what you really like, Charlotte. No more lies, no more barriers. Show. Me.”
My stomach clenches with each word of his demand, and I do as he asks, picking up my pace with the hot pink dildo I know can’t compare to the real thing. At least not his.
“How badly do you want me to replace that piece of plastic?”
The first hints of release coil in my stomach, and I turn my face to the side as the man on the screen pounds into the woman with brutally beautiful strokes.
“Look at me.” Thane curses while reaching for the remote. “When I’m six inches from your fucking pussy, you will look at me and not another man. In fact, I’m going to make sure you can never think of another man ever again when I fill you so deep and hard, you’ll never forget that it was me pressing against your cervix. It’s me that hit you in just the right way that you explode around me, choking my cock until I’ve emptied every last drop into your core.”
My hand moves even faster, and perspiration dots my skin.
“Show me, my sweet little liar. Show me that a film with questionable acting and a piece of plastic can make you come harder than my cock, my lips, my fucking hands.”
Thane Wilder has somehow found the trigger to my pleasure. I explode in a daze of dancing lights and full-body spasms. I’d be lying if I said it had anything to do with anything other than his voice issuing a command I longed to obey.
“That was one—mediocre, but one. Now it’s my turn.” His words are a dark promise of what’s to come, and I sincerely hope my body and my heart are up for the destruction he’s about to wreak on my soul.
I pull the vibrator from my channel, but his hand wraps around mine and moves it against my clit. I jerk away with a gasp.
“It’s too much.”
“I’ll tell you when it’s too much.” He blinks, then lowers his voice to a whisper—his version of gentle. “Trust me, Charlotte. I know what you can take.”
I nod, and he presses the vibrator back to my overheated skin, this time dragging it around my nipple.
“Do you have condoms?”
I nod. “In?—”
He runs a knuckle through my damp pussy, stealing the words from my lips.
