Page 25 of Hard Hearts

Ikissed the breath out of her, or maybe it was the other way around. Our lips were locked. The need to feel her against me was urgent. I use the hand not tangled in her hair to grab her ass, pulling her closer to me. “Inside?” I say, staring at her wet lips.

Her little pink tongue darts out as if to taste me on her mouth, and I nearly come in my pants.

“Yes. Good idea.”

I fumble with the door handle, and we spill out of the car like just birthed foals, all wobbly legs and poor coordination. I lean on the car door and help to steady her.

The distance between my assigned parking spot and the elevator lobby is twenty feet, but it feels like a hundred yards as Frankie and I make our way inside.

“We’re in that much of a hurry?” she teases.

“Yes.” But I slow down when the rapid click of her heels against the pavement registers. I hadn’t realized I was making her run.

She squeezes my hand and leans into me. I scoop her up and jog the rest of the way, eager to get inside my apartment and then inside her. Only waiting at the elevator is an older man with a bag of groceries. His eyebrows beetle together as he takes in the scene.

“Your missus hurt?” he asks.

I slowly let Frankie down. “Her heels are too high. She’s not good with them, but she likes how they look.”

Frankie punches me. “You mean you like how they look.”

“Can’t deny that.”

The old man chuckles, his brown bag rustling with the rise of his chest. “You remind me of myself and the missus. She likes her pretty things even if they aren’t so comfortable.”

“That’s what we’re here for.”

“Right you are.”

The elevator door dings, and he gestures for us to get in. I move strategically behind Frankie so my erection isn’t shoving itself in the old man’s face. Inside the small car, I stare at the numbers, willing them to rise faster. The tweed suit she’s wearing isn’t the sexiest outfit I’ve seen her wear. It’s demure and the fact that even her arms are covered, and yet I have to shove my hands in my pockets so that I’m not tempted to cup Frankie’s ass or tangle her hair. But it doesn’t really do much good. Even the smell of her perfume makes me hard.

The car stops on the fifth floor, and I whisk Frankie out the door before the old man can say goodbye. The moment we’re in my apartment, my hands get to work removing her heels and pants. The material falls to the floor, freeing her to straddle my waist. I palm her ass with one hand and move her down against my shaft.

She wriggles against me, wanting more and better contact. I look around for the nearest flat surface and spot the table nearthe door that I toss my keys on. I drop her ass on that tiny ledge and fumble with my pants.

I tear her panties, and Frankie quickly removes her jacket, blouse and bra, leaving her naked. She palms my cock. My eyes roll into the back of my head. “I’m going to last all of two seconds. Hold on, baby.”

I drop down to my knees and spread her legs over my shoulders. “God, look at your pretty peach pussy. Like the fruit in the Garden of Eden. No way a man could avoid taking a bite.” I lean forward and fill my lungs with her scent. Her sex is wet and her pussy lips puffy. I kiss her cunt, licking the peach from nub to the pucker of her asshole and then dive in, tonguing that wet, hot channel until her fingers are clawing at my skull.

“Oh, Kaden, God, please.” She says other things that I can’t make out, but I know they all mean the same thing. She wants to come. I spread her juicy lips apart with my thumbs and eat her until she screams.

She’s still trembling and shaking when I surge to my feet and lift her onto my cock. “It’s going to hurt for just a second, Kitten. Just breathe through it.”

Frankie releases a shaky breath and then gives me the go-ahead. I lower her slowly, letting her get used to the feel of my cockhead inside the tight channel.

“Kaden, I don’t know,” she squeaks. Her hand comes to rest on my still-covered chest. I know she feels my heart pounding a hundred miles per hour.

“Unbutton my shirt.” I shift slightly, bracing my legs. We should’ve been doing this lying down on my soft bed, but I couldn’t fucking wait. I still can’t. My cock is throbbing, and the need to shoot my load inside of her is relentless. Want is crawling down my spine. Hunger is at my throat, squeezing the air out of it. The only thought I have in my head is to be inside her, to fill her up, to claim her. I have to have her.

With shaking hands, her fingers dance down the front of my shirt. The occasional contact with my skin makes me tremble. I’ve faced down three hundred pound all-star linemen without any problem, but I’m putty in this girl’s hands.

“Done,” she whispers.

“Arms around me,” I order. When she does, I pick her up, my cock slipping free. It bounces under her ass, the tip wet with her juice. Slowly I cross the room and make my way down to the bedroom.

“I’ll take it as slow as you need, Kitten, but I’m having you tonight. I’m putting my cock inside that sweet cunt of yours, and I’m going to fill you with my cum. If you don’t want that, you gotta tell me right fucking now.”

Chapter Nineteen

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