Page 122 of Outlaw Heartstrings
With a smirk, he goes right back to munching.
Well, that’s an unexpected topic change…
“Wh-what?” I stutter, staring down at him with wide eyes. “Me and Jagger?”
“My life insurance policy, Alba.” He smacks the side of my ass. “Keep up, baby.”
I continue to gape at him. “You did that for us?”
My eyes are filling with water. I’m not sure if I’m getting emotional that he’d do something so thoughtful, or if I’m just overwhelmed from wanting this orgasm so bad.
“I told you—I’ll make sure you never have to worry about financial security again.”
My palm slides over my gaping mouth. “I don’t even know what to say…”
Easton’s eyes twinkle at me from where he’s imprisoned between my thighs. “Well, can we finish this conversation some other time? I’d rather not be talking about my kid at the moment. Now, sit on my face and let me make you see the stars.” He clamps my clit between his lips and gives a sharp tug. Approximately half a second later, I’m shooting across the galaxy.
An electric chill rushes over me, followed by a wave of heat. A trillion goosebumps prickle my skin and static noise fills my head. I shout his name in an urgent rush as my thighs clamp tight around his head.
I’m alarmed by the river of wetness that gushes out of me. But if Easton is drowning, he doesn’t show it. He only continues eating me until I’m collapsing face-first onto the mattress like a bag of potatoes.
The man chuckles lightly, and I feel the mattress shift as he crawls over my prone form. Brushing my hair to the side, he kisses a path from my shoulder to the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Such a good girl. My favorite girl. My only girl. I fucking love you, Alba.”
My heart squeezes like a fist. My eyes squeeze just as tightly, but a single tear manages to slip out.
His fingertips trail up the inside of my thigh until they’re brushing the lips of my pussy. My body trembles all over. Easton scissors his fingers, spreading my folds apart. I canfeel the weight of his eyes on my womanhood as he slides his digit deeper inside me.
“Oh…yes…” I grind my teeth together as my hips buck toward him without a second of hesitation.
Grinning with satisfaction, he adds a second finger, curling them both inside me, making me feel full and stretched.
“I’m ready to fuck you now, Alba…” he hisses out. “…and I think you’re ready for me, too.” He removes his fingers from inside me, then he paints my juices along my bottom lip.
I suck his fingers into my mouth, groaning at the musky taste of my arousal. “Please,” I all but cry out.
“Fuck. There’s nothing I want more than to be inside you right now.” With one quick movement, Easton flips me over on my back. Then his lips come down on mine, searching, tasting, devouring.
He reaches blindly for the nightstand, patting around. The next thing I’m aware of is the sound of a foil packet ripping open. His lips separate from mine, just long enough for him to sheathe his length in the condom.
My body tenses up, my legs involuntarily squeezing together as I’m reminded of how enormous that man’s man-parts are. His engorged crown, his steely cock, even his heavy balls intimidate me now that the moment of truth is here. What have I gotten myself into?
One glance at my face and, as usual, he seems to know exactly what’s on my mind.
“I’ll go slow…” he promises quietly as he pushes my thighs apart, settling between them like he belongs there. “I’ll take care of you. I love taking care of you. You know that, don’t you?”
He grips his pulsating erection in his hand, lining up with my opening. His eyes meet mine.
“You’re safe with me…”
Letting go of my hesitation, my head bobs. “I know.”
With a slow push of his hips, Easton skims my entrance with his tip.
The muscles in my stomach go taut and my lungs freeze as he gradually pushes forward and I hold my breath.
He halts mid-thrust, bending down to sweep his lips over mine. “Please trust me, Alba. I would do anything for you.”
He pushes in another inch.
