Page 79 of The Hearts We've Broken
In response, I inserted a finger, pumping it inside her. Her head fell back as a moan escaped her lips, and I added another and then a third, using my thumb to apply pressure to her clit. I curled my fingers inside her as she tightened around them. I fucked her with my fingers until she squirmed, then I pulled them away before she could reach her high.
“Why did you stop?” she demanded, but I wasn’t listening.
I took off my cowboy hat, setting it on the hood next to her. Bending forward, I lowered my face between her thighs and wrapped her legs around me. My tongue swiped up her center once in a broad stroke before I swirled it around her clit. I was a man starving, and Juniper was my next meal.
Her legs trembled around me as I lapped at her pussy, devouring her. Her hands gripped the top of my head, pushing it down, holding it against her as pleasure took over her body.
I pulled back for a second to say, “Let go. Come on my face,” before sliding two fingers into her pussy and using my tongue on her.
She cried out my name as she pulled at the hair on my scalp.
“That’s it, baby.”
“Fuck,” she whimpered after she came down from her high.
“Oh, I’m not done with you yet. That was just the beginning.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
juniper
My legs shook, still wrapped around Mikey’s head. Just when I thought sex couldn’t get better, it did. It was a miracle if Brady could get me to come with his tongue and fingers, much less his dick, but it felt like Mikey could just touch me and I’d fall apart at his fingertips.
I unhooked my legs and moved to hop down, ready to return the favor, but Mikey stopped me.
“What are you doing?” He squeezed my leg to hold me still.
“Returning the favor?”
“Uh-uh, I’m not waiting a second longer to be inside you.” He moved my hand to the front of his jeans to feel him.
His cock was hard, painfully hard, and I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, pressing my thighs together to relieve the ache that formed so soon after his tongue was inside me.
“How badly do you want my cock?” he taunted. “How do you want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Rough. I want you rough. I want you to use me, tofuck me like you hate me.” I couldn’t believe the words that came out of my mouth. I was a woman possessed.
“I’ll have you screaming my name so loud there will be no questioning who you belong to.” With the hiss of a zipper, Mikey pulled down his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free.
He brought his hand up to his mouth, spitting into it and massaging his cock before sliding me even further off the pickup.
“Wrap your legs around me and hold on.”
I did what he asked, and he grabbed my ass as I slid off the truck. I was wet enough that he slid into me with ease, my pussy swallowing his cock as the sensation of him filling me rushed through my body.
“Fuck, you are so tight”—he trusted his hips up—“and wet. I’m not going to last long like this.” He carried me to the side of the pickup, somehow opening the backdoor while still inside me. He slipped out of me as he set me on the backseat then climbed over me, leaving our legs hanging out.
Mikey lifted my legs as he guided his cock back into me, his head lolling back for a moment. “Is this all right?”
I nodded then adjusted my legs so they were on his shoulders, and the angle was pure bliss. Holding on to the backs of my thighs, he pounded into me, sending shockwaves up my body as his cock brushed against my clit with each thrust.
“God,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back. My hands fumbled around, trying to find something to hold on to. Heat licked at my body, and my toes curled from the pleasurable burn.
“Look at me, baby.” His voice was all gravel and grit, deep and wanting.
My eyes fluttered open, and we held eye contact. Normally, the intimacy would make me uncomfortable, but with Mikey, it was sensual.
He lowered my legs so they were wrapped around his waist again and leaned forward so his chest was pressing against mine. His hands snaked around my back, pulling me closer to him as his lips found my neck.
