Page 73 of Hungry Hearts

Our bodies are pressed so tightly together, there’s no room for air. I suck her tongue into my mouth as I bury my cock deep inside her. She clamps around me so tight. So fucking tight. Her hands are in my hair, on my shoulders, around my back.

Like she doesn’t know where to hold, where to dig her fingernails. I love it. I hope she’s marking my body.

I lift her from the counter and slam her, as gently as I can, against the wall so I can push in even deeper.

“Fuck, Maia. You feel so fucking good on my cock.”

My legs have never felt weak fucking a woman against a wall, not that I want to think about any other woman than Maia. None come to mind. Yeah, I’ve had a lot of sex. Yeah, I’ve taken a lot of women this way. But I don’t recall faces. Names. Specific memories.

Those women were meaningless.

Maia will be stamped in my brain forever. I can’t imagine wanting to be with another woman. She’s so fucking perfect.

I squeeze her tit and her head falls back against the wall. I bury my face in the crook of her neck and suck on her earlobe as my hand slips between our bodies. I find her clit and rub once, twice, and she hurls into another orgasm.

Maia clamps down on her lips and does a poor attempt at muffling her screams. I relentlessly pound my cock into her, and a picture falls off the wall. We ignore it as she rides my cock through her release.

She’s still gasping for air when I pull out and swing her around, her back to my front, and bend her over the counter.

“Spread for me, Maia Angel.” I kick out her legs and ram my cock back inside her. Pressing my hand on the arch of her back with one hand, I use the other to pinch her clit.

“Ryder. It’s too much.”

“One more, Angel. Come on my cock one more time and I’ll come with you. Show me how much you love getting fucked by me.”

Her hands grip the edge of the counter above her head and she pushes her ass against me. Fuck, she’s a sight. Naked and stretched out, begging for my cock to destroy her. I grip her hip with my free hand and close my eyes, feeling my release build in my balls.

“Come, Maia. I need you to come.”

Her pussy clenches around me and I fear I’m going to explode before she has her third release.

“Ryder. Oh my God!”

We find our release together and I hunch over her body, completely depleted. Her back is slick from sweat, as is my front. I feel our mingled releases drip out of her.

“Fuck, you’re hot.”

“I am a sweaty mess.”

I kiss between her shoulder blades. “That’s not what I was talking about, but I like you this way. A sweaty mess under me.”

She tilts her head to the side. “My boobs are cool, if not a little squished.”

“Shit. Sorry.” I stand, and my flaccid dick slips out of her. We both gasp at the sudden loss. “Did I hurt you?”

I turn her around and pull her into a hug, resting her head against my chest.

“What does it say about me that I want to do that again?”

“It says you’re mine.” Shit. I’ve never called a womanminebefore. I’m not possessive. Only with Maia.

She squeezes me in a hug and steps away from our embrace. “We made a mess in here.” She picks up her shirt and tugs it over her head. While she ignored my comment, she doesn’t appear spooked by it.

“Messy isn’t always a bad thing.” I dip my hand between her thighs and swipe at themesswe made. I tear off a paper towel and run it under the sink before wiping her clean.

“Thank you.” Her voice is soft. Shy.

I give her a moment of privacy while I dress and pick up the picture we knocked off the wall. I crouch and flip over the frame. The glass is cracked but not completely shattered. Maia is dressed in a simple wedding gown and her groom in a tux. Happiness and love exude from the couple. She’s breathtaking.

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