Page 86 of Masked Hearts

I’m truly and utterly obsessed with Theresa Auclair, and she’s going to be my downfall.

Normally, that would be a negative thought, but right now, I can’t think of anything better. A fall from grace.

“Nino?” she calls, her palm meeting my cheek.

“Sorry, what?”

“I asked if you’re ready?” she repeats herself, and I gaze now at my hard dick that has a tiny bead of precum on the tip.

“Fuck yes,” I breathe out. “Let me go grab a condom.”

She grabs my wrist. “I want you. All of you.”

I’m stunned. So stunned, I’m convinced my hormone-induced brain had to have made that up.

“What?”

“I don’t want you to use a condom. I do want you to pull out, though.” She expresses her wishes perfectly clear, and I’m incredibly thankful she does—because right now, it feels as if I can’t even string a sentence together.

“Okay,” I say.

“You’re going to have to talk me through this next part,” she says, and I see the skin on her cheeks deepen.

“I’ve got you,tesoro, every step of the way.” I kiss her lips gently, innocently, as if I’m not about to completely taint her innocence in the next few minutes.

“This may be a bit more comfortable on the couch. Come with me,” I say, guiding her to our couch. “Lay down on your back.”

She does exactly as I say, andGod. This may have started out feeling like a punishment, but somewhere in the middle, it’s turned into the greatest blessing of my life.

I all but rip my shirt off my body and toss it to the floor before climbing on top of her.

“You are insanely hot,” she says as her finger runs down my stomach, causing all my muscles to flex in response.

Opening her legs, I position myself between them. I lean down until my lips are centimetres from hers. “One last time for me,tesoro. Are you sure?”

“Yes, Nino,” she breathes before pulling me down to connect our lips. The kiss is the perfect distraction for her, but my mind is running a mile a minute, trying to make sure this is perfect for her.

Reaching between us, I give her clit a gentle rub before inserting my finger to make sure she’s still wet enough as I move my kisses to her neck.

She’s still absolutely soaked, and it’s taking everything in me to not rut into her right now. Instead, I focus on kissing her and darkening those marks from a few days ago, placing my tip at her entrance. I slide in until I meet resistance.

Her entire body tenses, and I imagine it’s from pain. “Breathe for me, Theá. It’s going to be okay; I’m here.”

Her nails dig into my back and the pain sears straight to my cock because it feels so fucking good. “Please keep moving,” she says, and I oblige sliding in further until I’m practically balls deep.

She’s breathing heavily, eyes screwed shut. It’s torture for me right now to watch her like this, and the only thing my brain can think of is making her feel good.

“You’re so fucking tight,tesoro. You feel amazing,” I whisper, placing small kisses all over her face. “Perfect. Gorgeous. Amazing.” Each word is punctuated with a kiss, and eventually a smile creeps onto her face.

“I’m okay now,” she says, finally letting her eyes meet mine before they look between us. I make the fucked up mistake of following them and nearly came on the spot.

I pull out completely before thrusting back in, maintaining a slow, steady and torturous pace.

“Antonio, you can speed up.”

That lights my brain up, and I pick up the speed immediately. It’s intoxicating just how warm she feels. I could honestly stay inside her forever.

“You’re taking my cock so well,tesoro.”

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