Page 44 of One Pucking Heart

The sight of Elena bent over the sofa, her ass on full display, her body shaking in anticipation of my touch is a fucking dream.

“Good girl.” Standing behind her, I glide my fingers from her neck, down her spine, and to her plump ass cheeks. “You have the best ass.” I squeeze her flesh, and she releases a heated sigh. “Open up for me, baby.”

Elena steps to the side, and I slide two fingers into her opening. She’s warm, wet, and ready. I release a hiss of pleasure, and my dick throbs with need. “You’re always so ready for me.” Removing my fingers, I bend my knees and position the tip of my dick at her opening. I tease her entrance, and she cries out, desperate. I grab her hips and pull her onto my length. We release a collective moan of pleasure. I start moving, slamming my body into hers, going as deep as I can. I thrust my hips and pull her back, hitting her deep inside. She asked me to fuck her, and as the people pleaser I am, I comply with full force.

Her lust-filled screams fill the space, and I pound into her again and again. My balls tingle as pleasure travels through my body, lighting up every nerve. “Touch yourself,” I huff out between labored breaths. “Come with me.”

She steadies herself with one arm while the other dips between her legs. In a matter of seconds, she’s shaking and screaming my name. Hearing my name fall from her lips amid her pleasure-laden cries pushes me over the edge. My fingers dig into her skin, and I thrust inside her quivering walls as we fall over the edge together.

Completely sated, I pull out of her and discard the condom. We fall onto the sofa. I pull her boneless body on top of me, feeling the rise and fall of her chest as she catches her breath. I just had her, yet it’s not enough. I need her again. Dipping my face, I pull her nipple into my mouth and suck.

“Beck.” Elena whimpers. “I need a minute.”

“And I need you.” I lick the skin of her breast, slick with sweat. I can’t help myself. When I have Elena this way, I become obsessed. She’s my drug, and no matter how many times I have it, I’ll always chase the high.

“This… is why… I suggested… boundaries.” She moans as I flick her nipple with my tongue.

“And this glorious feeling…” I squeeze her ass before sliding my hands up her body and into her hair. I press my mouth to hers and pull her bottom lip between my teeth. “Is why I say fuck ’em.”

She pushes off me and sits to my side on the sofa. She drapes her legs over my thighs. “Beckett, I’m serious. We need to talk about this.”

“Sure, whatever you want.” I twist her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

She slaps my hand away. “Stop. This is serious, Beckett. I can’t focus when you’re touching me.”

I raise my hands in mock surrender. “Okay. Talk.”

“Well, admittedly, I haven’t had much sex in my life, but I feel like our chemistry is off the charts, at least it is for me.”

“Oh, it’s definitely off the charts, Elena.”

She chews on the side of her cheek and looks across the room before returning her gaze to me. “Okay, so… don’t you think it will be harder to stop when this is all over? We have to be careful not to let feelings get involved.”

“No feelings. Just sex. We’ve discussed this.”

“I know, I’m just nervous.”

I quirk a brow. “That I’m going to fall madly in love with you and not be able to let you go in a couple of months when your dad is gone?”

“Exactly.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. It’s not going to happen. Unless you think you’re going to fall for me?”

“No,” she barks out. “I’m not going to fall for you. This is only temporary.”

I shrug. “Okay then, we have no problem. Let’s just have fun. It’d be a shame for two people who fit so perfectly together not to.” I wag my brows with a smirk, causing Elena to laugh.

“Okay. You’re right. As long as you’re sure it won’t be an issue.”

I slide my hand up her thigh. “Oh, I’m sure.” My hand dips down between her thighs, and she spreads her legs, inviting me in. I push my fingers into her opening, and her head falls back as she releases an audible sigh. “I think we have some more celebrating to do. Wanna take this to the bedroom?”

“Definitely,” she says.

That’s all the invitation I need.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

ELENA

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