Page 60 of How to Break My Heart 1
Ican smell her all over my hand.
The temptation to slide my cock in and take her inside the bathroom is impossible to ignore, but I know it won’t be long until someone comes looking for us. With every moan escaping her beautiful lips, I fight the urge to fuck her to oblivion.
Miss Woods is my target.
I want to own her here and now.
My hands instinctively cover her mouth to hide her delicious moaning, but all it does is send me into a frenzy. I thrust my fingers into her, groaning as they slide in so effortlessly. Her soaked pussy smothers my fingers, and inside my pants, I’m ready to fucking blow.
The unbearable pain of holding back is a whole other torture.
I control the moment, but the truth is—I am tormenting myself just as much.
Avoiding our reflection in the mirror is futile. I watch her body melt into me, and her tits bounce inside her white lace bra. All the while she rides my fingers until she loses control and comes all over them.
Then, I taste her.
And she tastes likeperfection.
She brings my fingers to her lips and I watch her taste her own juices.
Fuck, I am on the verge of exploding right here and now!
Yet, the fear of being caught weighs heavily on my mind.
For now, I have to stop.
But I need this power trip. I need to be the only man she thinks of when her body is falling into an abyss and her pussy is throbbing with cum, dripping from the intensity.
The only voice in her head.
The only scent she can smell.
And I need this doctor douche gone for fucking good.
Everleigh exits the bathroom first, leaving me to gather myself and try to calm my cock, which feels beyond unbearable inside my pants. I pace up and down, but it doesn’t seem to work.
Next, I try to splash cold water on my face, but not even that helps.
My phone pings, and in an effort to distract myself, I read the email. It doesn’t take long for my anger to shift toward my father. The prick is trying to avoid the press by palming everything off on me. The media giants are hot on my heels, and avoidance will get me nowhere. I’ve spent the last year working my ass off to close essential deals, only for them to be jeopardized overhisactions.
I exit the bathroom and head back to the dining room. Thankfully, the conversation has carried on to the wedding plans—anything to avoid talking business or Everleigh’s so-called love life.
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
And by that, I mean my patience.
Across the table, Everleigh avoids my gaze. Her cheeks are still flushed, making me hard beneath the table again.
Fuck my life—I need to get out of here and take her somewhere.
Damn, anywhere but here.
I bet her pussy will clench nicely against my cock. She’s tight, and I got off on just how tight she was.
Viviana turns to face me, raising her brows. “You were gone a while.”
I clear my throat. “A phone call.”
