Page 72 of Hungry Hearts

Christ, she’s gorgeous. Naked and splayed out on the counter, eyes closed, skin rosy from her orgasm, those glorious tits and hard nipples begging for my attention. I skim my lips across her thigh, taking a gentle nip, and drag my tongue across her stomach and into the valley between her tits.

I cup them both with my hands, momentarily suffocating myself between her soft mounds of flesh. I can’t wait to fuck her tits. Not tonight. Tonight, she needs to be fucked raw like I promised. Like she begged.

“Ryder.”

I love that the only word she says is my name. Every time it’s different. Begging, pleading, orgasming, cursing. Hell, she can say my name any fucking way she wants. It’s amazing how I’ve known her for so little time, yet I can read her thoughts and needs by the way she says my name.

“You ready for more, baby?”

Those whiskey eyes open and she stares at me. Hungry. My sweet angel has a dark, sexual side to her, and I love her even more for it.

Fuck. Shit. Christ. What?I don’t meanlovelove. I love kissing her, touching her, fucking her. My dick loves her. It’s not about my heart. Hearts and emotions don’t get involved in sex.

“Ryder?”

I blink away my moment of emotion and give her a salacious grin. “Just making sure you had time to recover.”

“That’s not the promise you made earlier.”

“Fuck.” I clamp down on her nipple and suck it hard. This woman. She’s perfect. Sweet and demure on the outside, and a vixen in bed. She wants me to use and abuse her body, and I will. Only in the best way. Not to hurt her. I’m not a sadist. I get no pleasure out of hurting women. Not a kink I’m into.

Death by orgasm? Fucking to oblivion? Dirty talk? Yeah, that’s what I get off on, and it makes my dick turn to fucking stone when Maia asks for it.

Her fingers dig into my scalp, holding me against her chest. Smothered by juicy orgasm or smothered by perfect tits? I can’t decide what’s better. I come up for air and attack her mouth again. She opens for me, her tongue dancing with mine, taking as much as giving. She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls my cock closer to her.

“Why are you still dressed?”

“Good question.” I grip her hips and pull her up so she’s sitting. I reach behind my neck and yank off my shirt, tossing it to the floor with the rest of her clothes.

“Better.” She rakes her short nails down my stomach and kisses my nipple.

Fuck. When did my nipples become sensitive? Her fingers find the button on my jeans and she snaps it open. My zipper follows and my dick sighs in appreciation. More room to grow and stretch.

Maia digs her hand between my jeans and my boxer briefs and presses her palm against my shaft.

“Fuck, Maia. You can’t touch me right now.”

Her hand stills on my cock and she releases my nipple with a pop. When she lifts her face to mine, insecurity floods her eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“Angel.” I slide her to the edge of the counter. “The only thing you have to be sorry about is if you get me off before I’m buried deep inside you. As soon as your skin touches my cock, I’m a goner.”

“Oh.” She traps her plump lower lip between her teeth. “So, when is this going to happen? My skin against your...cock.”

I close my eyes and moan. Such words from such a pretty mouth.

“Do we need a condom?” I have one in my pocket, but there’s no better feeling than the walls of her pussy milking my bare cock.

Maia shakes her head. “I’m on birth control and I trust you.”

I cover her mouth with mine while I kick off my shoes and work my jeans down my legs. When I’m free of constraints, I dip my fingers between her folds to make sure she’s still dripping and primed for me, then I shove my cock into her.

Deep. Hard. And I still. She gasps. I moan. I curse. She squeezes her thighs around my hips.

“You okay?”

“More. Please. Ryder.” Her heels dig into my ass and I comply.

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