Page 27 of Following Their Heart

“Yeah. Like that. Draw my pre-come all over that pussy. Make me mark you.”

Her breath hitches. She loves my filthy words.

“Too sensitive,” she says, brow furrowing as she stops the circling.

“Yeah. I gave that pretty clit a lot of attention, didn’t I? Probably needs a rest. But there’s another spot, deep inside you, that I can love on if you let me.”

That lower lip catches between her teeth again. Her hips are restless. I don’t know if she’s even aware of it, but she’s sliding back and forth over the underside of my cock, bathing me in her juices.

“All you have to do is take it inside, and I’ll do the rest. I’ll take care of you, baby. I’ll give you thatmoreyou need.”

Do it. Put it in you.

She needs more. So do I. If she decides we’re done for the day, I’ll probably bust a nut, but that’s okay. I’ve vowed to be better for her, and I will. I’ll keep my shit together, no matter what. I’ll put her first.

It’s hard. I can’t see into her heart, like I can with literally everyone else. I have no assurance she won’t play me like my wife did. I don’t know for sure if she’ll be loyal or if she’ll take my heart and crush it under her cute little boots. Giving so much of myself to her is a risk. But it’s a risk worth taking.

It’s a risk she’s already taken with me. I saw it in her gaze when she was flirting with me earlier. I felt it in the way she clung to me. She loves me. Even though I’ve been an ass most of the time.

Whether I like it or not, the feeling is mutual. She’s got my heart in her fist, and she can choose to stroke and kiss it or she can take a bite out of it, chew it up and spit it out, like Miranda.

“Do it,” I say. “Do it.”God, please.“Put it in you.” I can’t stop my mouth. “Let me love on you, baby. Let Daddy have that pussy.”

Her grip on the base of my cock tightens, and she bends to kiss my mouth. While she slips her tongue inside, she wiggles my leaking tip in tight little circles at her entrance. Then it happens. With a tilt of her hips, she begins taking me. Slowly, steadily, she impales herself on my cock, and suddenly I understand the cliché of seeing fireworks.

It’s more than just my sight that experiences the explosion. It’s my entire body. Cora seats herself on me with a moan, and her heat is a living glove around my hard and ready cock. How she can be so tiny and still fit me so perfectly, I have no idea. It’s like this woman was made to take me.

She looks down at me with lust-drunk eyes. Her jaw hangs loose, and I can tell she’s as overwhelmed as I am with the sensation of our joining.

“You did it,” I say, moving my hands to her hips. “So proud of you. So proud of my baby.”

Her throat moves with a swallow. “You’re so big,” she says. “Should hurt.”

“Nah. Not when I took such good care of that pretty clitty. Made you come so hard for me. Made you so ready, didn’t I, baby?”

Her response is to dive into me and meld her mouth with mine.

I let her set the pace at first. Her tongue tangles with mine, and she slides herself up and down on me slowly. It feels so fucking amazing, but my body is amped up with the desire to move. I wanna give her what we both need and make her mindless with pleasure.

Wrapping her hair around my fist, I break our kiss, and I tell her what’s on my mind. “Christ, I wanna fuck you. You okay, baby? You okay to let Daddy fuck this tight pussy?”

Her shaky nod is all the permission I need.

In a heartbeat, I have us flipped so I’m above her. “Gonna make you feel so good,” I promise, and I go to work. It’s the best kind of work there is. I wish I could go all day, loving her like this, plowing into her, filling her with my meat, and soon, my seed.

Her head lolls back on the pillows. Her small breasts shake as I pull her hips into my thrusts. She’s mewling now, and I’m fucking proud.

“Love this,” I say. I can’t help running my mouth. “Love fucking you.”

“Love it too,” she breathes, and her mewls turn to cries.

I’m kneeling with my legs spread, and I’ve got her practically doing the splits around me as I drive into her. Not too hard. She’s small, and tight. I’m not trying to break her. I only want to wreck her with pleasure. But I’m the one being wrecked.

Every thrust punches through me with heat and sensation. So much sensation. My hand can’t make me feel this way. No other woman has made me feel this way, this amped with pleasure. The only thing that’s ever come close is Cora’s mouth.

She’s special. She’s my special girl, and my cock knows her. I use it to brand her, to tunnel out a path inside of her where only I can fit. I have to share her with my men, but only I can give her what she’s receiving right now. Only I can fill her with my come.

My balls hug tight to my body, and I feel that familiar pressure building. “Gonna come,” I breathe. “But I need you to go first. Need to make your pussy weep for me before I fill you up.”

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