Page 90 of X My Heart

Winking at me, he says, “You have no idea.”

Pushing him down onto the sheets, I smash my lips against his, moaning into his mouth. Then I kiss his freckled nose and he chuckles, eyeing the condom I’m clutching in my hand.

“This, Shorty,” he says, kissing the side of my upturned lip, “is all I ever want.”

Our kiss turns slow and passionate. I softly stroke my tongue against his piercing. He growls when I pull back again.

Giggling, I hold onto his hands locking our fingers together in a tight grip. I start to move my wet center against his abs, scooting over his dick and kissing down his chest. I take his nipple piercing between my lips. My breasts are so sensitive it’s almost painful, he wiggles his ass against the mattress, unties one hand from my grip and pinches and rolls my right nipple between his fingers until I’m seeing stars.

Raising one brow I let go of his other hand, lean forward and suck on the metal. “Fuck, it hurts,” he hisses, closing his eyes.

I sit up. “I’m sorry,” wiping the saliva from my lips.

Opening his eyes, he drawls, “Hurts in a good way. I like you teasing me with your mouth.”

I grin and take the other nipple between my teeth, I let my tongue dart out to lick the tip, and he groans as I dig my nails into his chest.

Pinching my waist, he says, “You’re evil.”

“I know.” I smile, kissing the corner of his mouth.

He leans in, but I pull away and grab the silver foil, opening the condom with my teeth.

“And what now?” he asks, his hair a halo around his head, crossing his arm over his inked stomach. “Never done this part before?” he rasps as I nod. “Slowly put the top…”

“On top.” I laugh.

He grins too. “Yeah, on top, and roll it out.”

I bite my lip, stealing a glance at him. I want him so much it hurts, because every day I know I’m letting go of more parts of myself and giving them to him.

“Hey?” he says, pulling my chin to him.

Pushing the thought from my mind, I kiss him again, tracing the tip of his throbbing cock with my thumb. I put my wet fingers in my mouth, tasting him, and he grunts.

“Fuck.” He smiles, helping me roll the condom over his hard erection. Damn, the man is big. Using my knees as leverage, I keep staring at him, slowly sliding myself on top. I gasp as I feel his dick spreading me wide open.

He licks his lips, his attention on his length disappearing inside me. A deep hum rumbles from his throat when he bottoms out, the metal of his piercing teasing along my inner walls. It is one of the most intimate things I have ever done in my life.

“That’s it.” His voice is thick and even hoarser than usual. His heavy breathing turns into grunts. I grab hold of his hands, lacing our fingers together, and slowly start to move.

“Ride me, Shorty,” he says gritting his teeth, his eyes fluttering open and closed. I push against him; it’s much deeper this way. I repeat his name as I slide myself back and forth. My pussy lips spreading wide, exposing my clit.

Without warning he wraps his arms around my body and sits up. I gasp as his hardness pulses inside of me, the metal ball at the end adding to my pleasure. It’s so tight and wet the way my pussy fits him like a glove. Draping my arms over his shoulders, I sink my teeth into his neck to try to hold in my screams as he pushes up against me. My oversensitive clit throbbing, and begging to be rubbed, pinched, slapped, anything to make me come.

I start to tremble.

“You want me to rub that tight little nub, don’t you babe?” he asks, his breath hot against my ear.

I rock up and down his shaft, every time his pubic hair makes contact with my clit I whimper. “Yes please, Hunter, I need to come.”

He smiles against my neck, and licks below my ear before his stubble scrapes the spot below my jawline, and I shiver. I trace the shell of his ear with my teeth, and he groans. My hands travel over his tattoos, as he fucks me with deep powerful thrusts.

I kiss his chest and I lick his nipple ring again, biting a little and watching his head fall to the side. With heavy eyelids, his hands travel over my spine to my bottom, grabbing me hard and pulling me forward on him in a sharp motion, causing his cock to hit me in the most amazing places. Our sweat soaked stomachs press against each other. Tracing the lines of the muscles in his arm up to his jaw, he kisses me again.

I shift my weight and I’m building, my pussy clenching around him. I moan and shudder as we move against each other, face to face, stomach to stomach.

He takes both my ass cheeks between his hands, spreading me open, cold air hitting the tight throbbing rim. I need him to push his finger inside, to fill me in both holes, and I cry into his mouth from the thought. “God, Hunter.”

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