Page 100 of Fragile Hearts

The barrier between us all those months ago is long gone, and I’m eternally grateful that he never gave up, seeing something in me that I didn’t even see in myself.

It’s because of him that I’m the person I am now, with a newfound confidence and an outlook that doesn’t just involve making it out of poverty. I have a future and a person I can’t wait to experience all that it has to offer with.

His deep green eyes hold mine, waiting for me to do what he’s just asked. I’m not one to turn down his offer, but I wait, grinding my hips against his already hard dick, my wetness coating him instantly.

“Babe, you’re torturing me,” Owen growls, his gaze turning almost feral. “I want your pretty little pussy right here.” Tapping his lips, I smile, letting out a giggle at his forwardness and the dirtiness of his words.

They send a jolt of electricity straight between my thighs, and I shift against him, seeking the friction my body needs.

“Tell me you’re dripping for me and only me.” His fingers snake down my body, slipping between us, and I love that we haven’t slept clothed since this whole thing between us started.

Our naked bodies begin to heat up, our breathing growing labored at the idea of what’s to come. A moan falls from my lips when his finger glides slowly through my wetness.

White-hot heat burns through my veins, my skin hypersensitive everywhere he touches, and as his fingers slide languidly through my slick flesh, I find myself begging.

“I need…” I pant, my breath coming hard and fast.

“Tell me what you need, Sloane. Tell me.” His tone is deep with command, and he cups my pussy, his palm pressing against my clit.

The moan that falls from my lips is desperate and loud, filling the quiet space of our bedroom.

“Do you want my fingers? Do you need me to fill your needy little pussy?”

Holy shit.

I can’t even handle how filthy his mouth is, and my legs shake with desire and need.

He doesn’t give me a chance to answer, sliding down beneath me until his mouth is lined up with my center, his hands gripping my thighs.

“Ride my face, sweets. Come for me,” he breathes against my wetness, the air a cold contrast to the warmth of my body, and I shudder at the feeling.

He plunges his finger inside me, his mouth sucking, his tongue lapping at me like a man starved. Everything about it is erotic and sexual and amazing.

My head falls back, moaning in time with his movements, and I feel him smile against me, loving that I’m like this only for him.

He sucks hard one last time, slipping a second finger inside me, hooking it in exactly the right spot, and that’s all it takes for me to come.

“That’s my good girl,” Owen praises as my thighs tremble, my walls clenching around him as I come completely undone.

I collapse against his face, my breathing hard and fast as I come down from the power of my orgasm.

Lifting myself off him, I glide down his body. A body that is a literal work of art, and I’ll never tire of seeing him, of getting to explore every inch of him.

All broad shoulders from years of surfing, chiseled abs that lead to the most perfect cock in the world. Thick and velvety soft and hard as steel, so big that at times I wonder how my body can take it, but desperation takes over, and he fills me like he was made for my body.

“Your turn,” I murmur against his lips, my tongue trailing along, tasting myself on him. “Tell me what you want. How do you want me?” The words come out low and sensual, still breathless.

“Such an offer.” Owen’s brows rise, his green eyes flaring with all the possibilities, and I love letting him have his way with my body. Trusting him completely and wholly. “On all fours,” he demands, and I move off him slowly, doing what he asks, my ass in the air as he fits himself behind me.

With a shove of his knee, he widens my legs, and when I look over my shoulder, his eyes are fierce, taking me in. Seeing all the want in him has my pussy dripping, the wetness coating my thighs.

“Hard and fast, sweets,” Owen growls, thrusting inside me in one quick movement.

My eyes close, taking in the fullness of him. My cheek falls to the bed, my hands gripping the sheets. He’s unrelenting, pounding into me hard and fast, deeper with each thrust, bottoming out, and I moan with each movement.

“I love watching you take my cock, watching your wetness cover it as I pound into you,” Owen hisses through clenched teeth, and I feel my walls tightening around him.

I whimper, nearly exhausted, but when his fingers find my clit, pinching it, my back arches as pleasure shoots through me.

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