Page 71 of King of Hearts

Once he was seated inside me fully, he groaned while applying a punishing grip on my hips. I rocked backward, desperate for friction, even though I knew he was pausing to help me adjust and to be sure I was comfortable.

Finally, he pulled out entirely only to push back in with more force. I bit my lip while I watched the sun pour in the windows through little gaps in the curtains and fall along the floor. I wished for a second that we had the house to ourselves, without anyone demanding anything from us. I half expected Hector to knock and interrupt us like he had every other time.

Juan pumped in and out of me, moving his hand to my arm so he had more leverage to thrust. I was desperate to have a rough fuck from him. I needed him to push my face against the desk, slap my ass, and ride me so hard I couldn’t see straight. I wanted my legs to be so wobbly I couldn’t stand any more, but I knew we had to be careful. I knew it, yet still I was desperate for more.

I pushed backward, which only made him pull my leg further, granting him deeper access. A grunt left him as his pace quickened.

“I need more, Juan…” I forced the words out through gritted teeth, imagining how he must look with his balls slapping my ass with every push of his hips.

“You need this, baby girl? You need me to fuck you harder?”

His cock slammed in firmer than before, still careful enough that I wasn’t worried, but it made me cry out. His hand came around my hips until his fingers were buried in my pussy, fucking me while he pushed in from behind.

Just when I thought he’d increase his speed, he slowed down, making more measured movements with additional powerful thrusts. That paired with how slowly he rubbed my clit had me nearly coming. I finally combusted when he added pressure to my clit and thrust inside me, bringing his fingers with my arousal on them to my lips.

“Come for me baby.”

It was filthy and so erotic that I came with a moan while his digits slid across my tongue and he emptied himself inside me.

He groaned his own obscenities into my neck while he finished pumping into me. He’d spent himself, but he hadn’t softened, so he kept going at a dizzying pace, pushing harder and harder, fucking me ruthlessly while my hair was wrapped around his fist. A pinching sensation pricked at the back of my head as he tightened his hold and thrust.

“God, what the fuck is this…I can’t get enough of you.” He rotated his hips, going deeper and harder than before.

I had no words as another orgasm ripped through me with a throaty scream.

“Fuck, fuck…shit, baby,” he snapped, breathing heavily behind me, finally slowing and going slack against my back.

We stayed pinned together like two pieces of Velcro for long minutes until he was finally pulling away.

Juan turned from me, buttoning his slacks. Once he returned, he had my shorts in his hand. My chest heaved, and there was the slightest cramping sensation in my lower abdomen, not enough to panic…but it was slightly freaking me out.

“Do you want anyone to go with you to your mom’s?”

I watched as he moved around the room as if we were just getting back to business, so unlike it was in the pool house when he cared for me then lay next to me. The pinching sensation moved to my heart. Even though I understood why he was doing it, it still hurt to experience his own walls coming in to protect him.

“No, I’ll be fine…thank you.” I turned to leave, but his voice stopped me.

“Just be sure to come home tonight.”

I watched the door, feeling like a hole had been opened in my chest.

He sounded like he was in pain when he added, “Please.”

He cared if I came home… he’d called mehis home.

“I will,” I muttered in response before exiting.

Chapter Twenty-Five

I’d calledMallory and found out she was staying in Pinehurst with Decker, but I wasn’t lying about wanting to go back home. I drove to Mom’s, but neither she nor Charlie were home. So, after a shower and changing my clothes, I headed toward Pinehurst, ignoring the low ache radiating in my lower belly every now and then.

It was probably just in my head anyway, but to be safe I called the on-call doctor and told her what I was feeling. She dismissed it, saying they were Braxton-Hicks contractions.

Veering into the gravel driveway of my brother-in-law’s house, I pulled in behind Decker’s dark truck and put the car in park.

Grabbing my purse and water cup, I managed to half walk, half waddle to the door with a bit of a wince. The Braxton-Hicks were kicking my ass, and if they were any indication of what the labor was going to be like, I was going to pass out.

“Oh my gosh, you’re huge!” Mallory exclaimed, opening the front door.

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