Page 142 of Outlaw Heartstrings
Easton takes over, getting rid of his pants and underwear, discarding them somewhere in the bushes. When his cock springs free, I’m practically salivating. I grab it at the base and lift onto my knees, angling the dripping head at my entrance with no hesitation.
Easton reaches up, brushing my curls away from my cheek. “You gonna ride my cock, pretty girl?”
I nod, my tongue all tied up in my throat.
A smile curls his lips. Then that beautiful smile wobbles. “Let me grab a condom,” he grits out and I hear the reservation in his voice as he reaches for his pants.
He doesn’t want any barriers between us. I feel the same way, and I need him to know that.
“I…I don’t want to use a condom this time,” I confess. “I want to feel you inside me.”
His eyebrow quirks up. “You want to feel me bare?”
“Yes…” I breathe out. “I, um, I started taking birth control and, um…” I give my head a little shake. “Are you…?”
“Clean?” he supplies. “Yeah, baby. I got tested by my team medical staff just a few weeks ago. Since you came back into my life, there hasn’t been anyone but you. I haven’t touched anyone but you. There will never be anyone but you.”
My body goes weak as his words melt me from the inside.
Easton still hesitates, searching my face. “This is a big step, though, Alba. Are you sure you’re ready?”
“I’m absolutely sure,” I say. “I don’t want anything getting between us.”
Easton’s jaw works with restraint in total contrast to the gentle hand he places on my hip. Then he gradually eases his pelvis forward, slowly breaching me.
The feel of him notched at my entrance sparks something crazy within me. He feels so good. And I want more.
Sucking in a breath, I drop my weight. His broad cock pierces through my tight womanhood. The sudden movement shocks the air right out of me. I groan so loudly at the way his girth stretches me.
Easton’s eyes pinch shut and his fingers tighten on my waist. “Careful, baby.”
The walls of my pussy contract. “Fuck me, Easton.” I’m moving my hips, even as I struggle with his thickness and his length.
Easton is struggling, too. His self-restraint is fraying and I can see it on his face. “Slow down, Alba. We have all night.”
Stubbornly, I work my pelvis some more.
“Alba…” he warns.
I don’t listen.
With a feral growl, Easton loses his shit.
Clenching my ass, he flips me over in a maneuver so slick it makes my head spin.
Before my brain can catch up, he has me pinned down beneath him with one leg hooked over his shoulder and my waist cinched in his big hands.
“This is what you want, you stubborn girl?”
“Yes…” I groan, and Easton begins to pound into me like a wild animal unleashed.
“Fuck. Alba.” His eyes skim down over my breasts that jostle harshly with his every rough thrust. He brings one palm to cover one bouncing globe and then the next.
When he lifts my hips higher and changes the angle of his thrusts, I make a sound that can’t be translated into English.
It’s primal. It’s guttural. It’s feral.
I stare at this gorgeous man as he fucks me so hard.“You can’t look at me that way, baby.”
