Page 78 of Broken Hearts
I didn’t see him drop his sweats, but his dick pokes into me from behind.
I fake a yawn. “Oh, I don’t know. You seemed pretty tired earlier. Sure you can stay awake?”
“I’d bet my life on it.”
I turn and wrap my arms around his neck. His blue eyes bore into me with such intensity my stomach flips. I take a small step back and let my arms fall to his chest, then give him a gentle push.
He falls back onto the bed, sitting up.
Kneeling in front of him, I stare up at him as I kiss the head of his cock.
“If you fall asleep on me,” I warn.
“Angel, you don’t have to have your mouth on my dick to have me captivated, but the fact that you do—there’s no chance I’ll be able to take my eyes off you.”
His words mixed with the desire to be certain he doesn’t doze off and mortify us both makes me bolder in my movements. His hand threads through my hair and holds the back of my head tenderly, slowly guiding me down his thick length.
“Need to be inside of you,” he says, gripping me by the neck and pulling me to him.
Clothes are stripped and tossed and then it’s just the two of us, naked and wrapped up in each other’s arms.
His fingers brush along my skin tenderly, but his kiss is possessive and demanding. He lays me down and worships my body until I’m writhing and panting under him. I can’t even make a witty comment about the glow-in-the-dark condom he covers himself with.
I have no idea how he can move so slowly when my heart races for more. I arch my hips to get more of him, but he chuckles and pulls back.
“There’s no rush tonight, angel.”
But every cell in my body wants to rush. I want him—all of him and I want him now.
His brow furrows as he keeps up the slow rhythm, feeding his cock into me and pulling back. I’m whimpering and tears prick my eyes. It’s emotionally and physically overwhelming being with this man.
Finally, he gives me what I want. Picking up the speed, his kisses are harder and his moans match mine.
“Come for me, angel,” he whispers. “Give me what I want.”
And I do. I shatter underneath him.
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“My heart is still racing,”I say after we’ve cleaned up and gotten ready for bed.
His arms tighten around me. “You good? Anything I can do?”
“I’ll be fine. Just give me a minute.”
“It’s been a long week. Sleep. I’m going to grab some water and food in case you wake up later and need something.”
“Thank you.”
I doze off while he’s gone, but stir when he slides back into bed behind me. His arm cradles me and he kisses my shoulder.
“‘Night, Sienna.”
I’m so tired I don’t respond. I’m almost asleep again when his deep voice sounds again. “I think I’m in love with you.”
I keep my breathing even, by some miracle, and stay silent.
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