Page 80 of Heart Sick

Her pussy is hot and slick, and as much as I am enjoying this, I want her on me. So I make that happen when I drag her backward and sit her on my face. She moans, positioning her knees on either side of my face as she begins rocking on my mouth.

I grip her outer thighs, encouraging her to fuck my face. I don’t want gentle. I want her to fucking break me because I plan on doing that to her.

She’s riding my face backward, and with both hands on her waist, I help her move wildly as she clutches my thighs for support. She raises her hips and slams back down onto my face—over and over.

Her cries grow as her body vibrates all over.

She’s fucking my face and I love that she takes from me. I want to give her the fucking world. She licks her hand and takes my cock into her palm as she begins to jerk me off again. She runs her thumb over the head of my cock, wiping the precum away as she sucks it into her mouth.

I am done for.

I lift her up, a startled cry getting trapped in her throat, but that soon turns into a whimper as I position her on her hands and knees. The sight of her ass and pussy greeting me is one I will never forget. I come up behind her and tease her pussy with my dick.

“I don’t have a condom.”

“I don’t care.” She rolls her hips.

She’s ready and so am I, so I sink into her all the way. When buried to the hilt, I don’t move. Her whimpers are the sweetest song I’ve ever heard. Gripping her hips, I keep her still as I pull out halfway, only to slam back into her.

The movement has her bucking forward, but I keep her steady and commence fucking her without restraint. I know she’s still injured, but I read her body and she wants me to go hard.

She bounces back on my dick, taking me deep each time, and I want to fucking die because this is pure heaven. I’m far from gentle, but this is filled with passion and love.

She grips the blanket in her fists, and only then do I realize we are fucking on a bed full of money. The thoughts of other men looking at Luna has me fucking her faster, harder. My strokes are almost punishing, but she meets me thrust for thrust, screaming each time I hit her hard.

“I hate that other men were looking at you. Touching you,” I confess, threading my fingers through her black hair and yanking her head back.

She arches her neck, breathless moans escaping her parted lips as I fuck her without restraint. “And you don’t think I hate it when women look at you?”

Her question catches me off guard, but then I am reminded of the store clerk whose name I’ve forgotten because no other woman exists to me but Luna.

“You’re so beautiful and talented. You could have any woman you wanted. A younger woman who—”

But I don’t want to hear it.

“I want you.” I draw her mouth toward mine so I can fuck her mouth as well. “I’ve wanted you from the moment we met. You may not remember, but I do. I belong to you in ways I don’t understand.”

She moans, her body trembling. “I feel it too. My body, my heart recognizes you. It’s like…it’s like you’re a part of me.”

His heart starts to beat uncontrollably, and a wave of emotion overcomes me.

“Please don’t leave.”

She senses my retreat, a reaction I don’t understand.

“I can’t,” I confess, pushing aside any emotion other than being content with Luna. “We’re always going to be one, Luna.”

None of this makes any sense, but it does to us.

My response pleases her, and she clenches her pussy around my dick, eliciting a deep-rooted growl from within.

I fuck her so hard, but she takes everything I give, and when goose bumps prickle her skin, I know she’s about to come.

“Together forever,” she cries, her words clinging to desperation and obsession, and I feel every single emotion that she does.

She comes loudly, robbing me of every last stroke, before collapsing onto her stomach in a breathless, beautiful mess. I grip her hips and wildly fuck her until an orgasm tackles me so hard I almost buckle with the force.

I pull out, coming on her ass.

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