Page 105 of Holy Hearts
I watch her carefully, half expecting her to fold beneath the weight of my stare. But she doesn’t. Instead, she presses a hand to my chest and pushes—just slightly—until I’m the one beneath her. For a second, I consider flipping her back, but I don’t. I let her stay on top, even if it feels unnatural.
She rides me, confident and smiling, and my hands move to her hips, gripping the flesh.
A minute later, she shatters, eyes squeezing tight as her cunt grips me over and over. I watch her raptly as she falls apart, mesmerized by the way she goes completely still, just for a moment, before trembling uncontrollably. It’s one of my favorite things about her.
“Fuck. I’m so close, baby.”
“Come inside of me,” she begs, her voice a soft whimper. “Please, Julian. Ineedyou.”
“Soph, I’m—fuck?—”
My cock explodes, and my hips jerk as I empty everything I have inside of her. When the last of it leaves my body, I pull her off me and collapse to the floor.
She follows, rolling over to face me, a satisfied smile grazing her lips, and I’m suddenly struck with an idea.
“Stay there,” I tell her, sitting up and grabbing my phone from where I’d left it on the table.
“What are you doing?”
I look down at her, flushed and spent, rumpled and so very clearlyjust fucked.
“Spread your legs, baby. Let me see my cum drip out of you, pet.”
Her mouth drops open, but she does as I say. Slowly inching one leg to the side, I growl when I see my seed slowly slide out of her perfect, pink pussy.
I snap a picture—legs spread, hands relaxed at her sides, soft smile—and draft a text to Kai.
I hover over the message for a second longer than I should. It’s a game, one I know Kai is smart enough to catch onto. But I can’t resist the impulse. If he wants to play with Sophie, he’ll have to know I’m still in the game too.
I did taste you. Thanks for the appetizer.
“Did you just take a picture of my fanny?” she asks, sitting up and grabbing my phone. When she reads what I wrote him, her eyes flash to mine.
“Julian Ashford. For shame,” she mutters, laughing.
I chuckle as I stand up to grab something to clean her off, thinking of what Kai will say when he gets that picture from me.
When I return, I clean her up, running a hand down her thigh and smoothing the hair away from her face. She’s sated, drowsy in that way that makes me want to wrap her in blankets and keep the world at bay. I don’t move right away.
Instead, I stay there, pressing my lips to her forehead like she’s the most delicate thing I’ve ever held.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
THE INVITATION
Malakai
I’m tidying up my office when there’s a knock at the door. Internally groaning, I walk over to the door and pull it open, not expecting to see Rod Dumplant’s suntanned face and too white teeth. It’s past six, and I assumed I was the last person here for the day.
“Rod,” I say, not immediately letting him into the office. “How can I help you?”
“No hot dates tonight, Ravage?” he asks, smirking as he gestures for me to let him in.
I don’t need hot dates because I just ate the best pussy of my life,but of course I can’t say that.
The memory of Sophie spread out before me on the pool deck threatens to give me another erection—and I almost gag at the thought of getting aroused in Rod’s presence.
“Not tonight, I’m afraid,” I tell him, gritting my jaw as he sits down in one of my chairs, unprompted.Sure, take a seat…
