Page 10 of Heart of Stone
A tight, involuntary groan rolled up from my chest. “The only fucking place in the world for me,” I grunted.
Her eyes opened slightly, and she gazed at me frombeneath long, dark lashes as I thrust my cock into her. A mischievous smile curled her lips. She wrapped her long legs around me to pull me closer. “More,” she whispered, “I need more of you.” Her head dropped back and the table wobbled beneath her. “I want you to split me in two, Hunter.” She reached forward and grabbed my face. “Make me scream, damn you.”
Still buried inside of her, I grabbed her arms and put them around my neck. My fingers dug into her perfect round ass as I lifted her off the table. She squirmed in my arms, her small, lithe body moving against me as her pussy frantically grasped my cock, not wanting to let it go, wanting more of me.
Crazed and nearly drunk with need, I stomped toward the office and kicked open the door. It cracked off the opposite wall as I carried her inside.
The only light came from a small lamp on the desk and the computer monitor. I didn’t need more. I had Amy’s body memorized like a poem, I knew every line, every rhythm, every word. And I knew when she wanted it wild and unchecked. The feverish look in her face assured me that was what she wanted now.
It took all my will, but I lifted her off of me. She groaned in disapproval as her feet touched the ground. “I need you naked, Street. I need you completely fucking naked right now.” I pushed the ripped shirt off of her shoulders. Her smooth cheeks were blushed pink as she reached back and unclasped her bra. She let it slide to the floor and then reached for my shirt.
“Nope, just you. Naked. Completely mine.” I reached forward and pushed her skirt to the ground.
She stepped out of it and kicked off her shoes. She jumped into my arms and lifted her mouth to mine. My tongue dragged across her bottom lip, that lip that changed with every mood, that lip that I just needed to think about for my cock to grow hard. She was so small and thin in my arms, there were times when I had to hold back, afraid I might crush her. I needed that restraint right now.
I lifted my mouth from hers and stared down at her face. “This is where you belong, baby. Right here in my arms, silky hot and willing. You’re the sweetest damn fuck in the world, my Street Corner Girl. You are mine. Do you fucking hear me?” I kissed her hard, sure that I was leaving her lips swollen and bruised but unable to stop myself. I took a breath. “Say it, baby. Tell me you’re mine.”
“Hunter”—her warm breath brushed my mouth—“I’ve always been yours.” The tremble in her voice made me pause but then she reached down and took hold of my cock. All rational thought left my body.
Her small hand stroked me long and tenderly at first, then with an urgency that made me nearly spill my seed right there in her grasp.
I took hold of her wrist. “I need to be inside of you right now. I want you screaming out my fucking name.” I lifted her onto her toes for another kiss.
“So what the hell are you waiting for?” she muttered against my mouth. “I’m yours.” Her last words took me past the edge of control. I took hold of her hand and pulled her along to the desk. I spun her around so her back was to me. It was hard to hold back my strength when I was feeling like this, nearly out of my mind with wanting her. I reached forward and grabbed her wrists and braced herhands on the desk. I grabbed her hips and positioned her so that her smooth, round ass jutted out toward me. I shoved my foot between her feet and urged her legs apart.
I leaned back to look at her bent down over the desk, her pussy and ass begging to be fucked. “God, baby, just looking at you like this is going to make me come right here on this office floor.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” The despair in her tone made my chest and cock ache.
I walked up behind her and reached around, pressing one hand between her legs. My fingers curled through the moisture pooling in her pussy. I stroked her clit. She responded with a soft moan that made my cock strain to be inside of her. Using the hand between her legs, I lifted her ass higher, putting her pussy at just the right position. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Hang on, baby.”
She gasped with anticipation, a sound which turned to a cry of pleasure as I jammed my rigid cock inside of her. Instead of moving with me, she moved her ass against me, bracing herself hard against the desk to receive the full impact of my thrusts. It was one of the things that made me nuts for her, no matter how hard I gave, she always wanted more. As if she couldn’t get enough of me.
She closed her thighs around my hand, wanting more pressure on her clit. I had to take my mind off my cock and keep it focused on her or I would be done before she came. With my free hand, I reached down between our bodies and pushed my finger into the tight hole of her ass. A low, appreciative mewl rolled from her mouth.
I rocked against her, and she took me in deeper with each thrust. Her body trembled beneath me, and she movedfeverishly against my assault. “Yes, Hunter, fuck yes!” She clenched her thighs around my hand as her pussy climaxed around my cock milking me even closer to the edge of no return.
She softened in my grasp and whimpered as I continued to push against her. Her arms were no longer able to hold her up.
I pulled my hands free from her pussy and ass and, reluctantly, pulled my cock free as well. Weak, tiny sounds of exhaustion came from her lips as I wrapped my arms around her waist and hauled her back against my chest. “I’ve got you, baby. I need you in my arms.” It was always like that when we were together. When I held her it felt as if I was holding her heart and soul in my arms. There was no existence past the girl in my arms and that was what had me so fucking scared. I wanted her without question, but the idea of ever losing her was too much to think about. Everyone in fucking town was scared shitless of me, yet I was a big fucking coward when it came to Amy.
She spun around in my arms and crumpled against me. “I’m defenseless when I’m in your grasp, Hunter.” She peered up at me with glossy eyes. “I should hate that. I should hate being so vulnerable, and yet, all I want to do is melt into your arms.”
I lowered my face and kissed her gently. My cock was so tight, so erect, I could hardly walk, but I swept her into my arms and carried her to the couch, exercising the last bit of control I had left. I lowered her down and braced my hands on the couch so as not to crush her beneath me. “Give me your pussy again, baby. Take me all the way this time.”
She reached back behind the arm of the couch andgrabbed hold as she lifted her legs up and around my waist. I pushed inside of her, and seconds after my cock was sheathed in the warmth of her moist pussy, I came in a long pulsing wave of ecstasy. It took awhile for our ragged breathing to ease.
I pulled her around next to me and held her tightly against me on the small couch. She always felt so small, so frail in my arms that sometimes I was convinced that I’d just imagined her, that I’d just conjured up this wild, funny, beautiful girl in my fantasy. But she was all too real, and the potential for heartbreak between us was so fucking daunting it seemed the only way for me to survive was to freeze my heart against her. It was what I’d been doing for years, and it had worked . . . so far. No commitment from a man who had a dirty, fucked up past and who had done little to turn things around. I didn’t have a damn thing to offer her. She deserved so much more.
She was quiet as she kept her face pressed against my chest.
“Hey, you all right?” I squeezed her. “I’ll help you clean up out there.”
She nodded but hadn’t lifted her face to look at me. “Baby? Everything all right?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said as she lifted her face from me. I knew from her tone that she wasn’t fine.
“Street?”
