Page 12 of Heart Beats

Sizzling heat radiates through me from the place where his hand landed on my skin. “No, but I wish I were.”

Using my hip as a handle, he rolls me onto my back, the side of my body snugly tucked along the front of his. “Why do you wish you were lying?”

“Because if Iwerelying about not remembering the dream, then I’d actually be naughty, and you’d spank me again.”

“You want me to spank you?” he asks, gravel roughening his smooth voice.

“I liked the heat when you slapped my ass. Nobody’s ever done that, but I think I might like it if you did it again, maybe harder.”

His ocean-blue eyes darken to a stormy color. His hand slides down my stomach, between my legs, curving possessively over my mound. “You’ll tell me if you don’t like it.” It’s a statement. A command. Not a question.

I answer anyway. “I will.”

“You’remydream, Maria,” he says, dragging his lips across mine in a hungry kiss.

I open for him, lips and legs.

His tongue plunders my mouth, the way his cock did last night. Between my legs, his skilled fingers play my clit like the master of pleasure he is.

I push my hips up, desperate for more pressure, a frustrated whimper blending with our kiss when he removes his fingers instead.

His rough chuckle sends a new ripple of need to my clit. Then he shifts to a seated position on the edge of the bed, grabs my leg, and tugs me across his lap. He smoothes his palm over my upturned curves. “You said you like to sing when you’re alone. Time to make this pretty ass sing, just for me.”

The sharp smack of flesh-on-flesh mixes with my startled yelp, cracking the silent pre-dawn air. I grab his leg as my body jerks its response, white-hot need flooding my core. Another smack lands before the heat subsides. Then another. Another. Left and right, up and down, he peppers every inch of my ass. With each smack, my clit rubs his leg until I’m squirming and desperate to come.

Beneath me, his cock is hard as steel, weeping precum onto my skin. He lets me go when I wriggle free of his hold, his eyebrows rising when I slide to the floor and settle between his thighs.

“Time to makethissing for me,” I say, copying his words while wrapping my fingers around his shaft.

He groans as I close my lips around the head of his cock, then sink down his length, taking all of him. “Your mouth is perfection. Suck me hard, angel. As hard as you can.”

Hands braced above his knees, I give him what he wants, bobbing up and down, caving my cheeks to suck him so hard, my teeth drag over his piercings.

“Fuck,” he hisses, fisting my hair and holding me in place as his cock pulses against my tongue. “Too good. I need to be inside you.”

My hair falls over my shoulders as he releases it. I suck him on the way up, releasing him with a slurpypop.

He catches my hand, tugging me on top of him as he lies back. “Turn around,” he says, eyeing my body hungrily. “I want a view of your pretty pink ass while you come on my cock.”

I’ve had sex before. Many times. Some of it was bad. Some of it wasn’t. None of it was ever like this.

He whistles, low and hungry, as I give him what he wants—a view of my ass. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Hand on my back, he bends me forward, grabs my hips, then thrusts upward, filling me with his cock.

A crisp smack lands on my ass, rekindling the bloom of heat and my need to come. I lean farther, grinding on his thick, hard shaft as he slides nearly all the way out.

“You like how those barbells feel on your clit, beautiful?” he asks, rolling his hips to give me more contact, more friction.

“Yes.” My breath wooshes out hard when he thrusts deep inside me again. “I love all your piercings.”

“I love everything about you.” His voice is rough with desire as grabs my hips and shifts our position, placing me on my back and spreading me open. “Need to see your beautiful face,” he says, rolling circles over my clit while slowly filling me with his cock. “Need to see your perfect lips when you say my name while you come.” Over and over, he fills me, each thrust soul-deep and deliberate. His heated gaze holds mine as he rubs my clit. Harder, faster. Until I’m panting, arching, and desperate to go over.

The bowstring snaps.“Marshall…”Sensation explodes inside me as I come.

His expression goes taut, the cords of his neck forming rigid lines beneath the tattoos covering every inch. “Fuuuuck…” He grips me hard, his head thrown back, his cock pulsing inside me. Then he’s covering me with his body, stroking me reverently, and whispering sweet things that can’t be real in my ear.

Maybe I’m still in the fuzzy place between dreams and awake after all.

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