Page 77 of Shattered Hearts
I lean down to whisper in her ear. “I want to fuck you until your pussy molds to the shape of my dick.”
A sexy little noise escapes her lips. “Guess you’d better get started then.”
Soon, steam cakes the glass walls of my shower and makes our faces shine as I fuck her from behind. Hot water rains down on our slick, damp bodies. My bathroom is an echo chamber, and Riley’s moans make the hottest music I’ve ever heard. The clapping of my body against hers creates a hypnotic backbeat.
Her blond waves darken under the weight of the water, clinging to her shoulders and back.
I reach around her with my right hand and start working her clit as I drive my cock in and out. Her moans change into small bursts of shock and pleasure. I kiss the back of her neck while my left hand finds her full breast and pinches her nipple.
She comes undone, and I follow.
After that, we shower the right way. With soap and shampoo. Once we finish, we both collapse into bed, exhausted. As fatigue sinks in, I don’t think twice about pulling Riley’s back to my chest and spooning her.
After sleeping for four hours, I wake up hungry enough for three people, so I call down to the kitchen.
While we wait for our meal, I can’t stop myself from tracking Riley’s every move. It’s like having a unicorn in my house. My place takes on a whole new appearance with her floating around in jean shorts and a Stevie Nicks t-shirt, her long hair sitting high on her head in a ponytail. And me just as casual around her, wearing sweats and a t-shirt like it’s any normal day at the mansion.
I should feel strange having a houseguest, let alone alover,wandering around this place. Instead, I can’t remember whatmy apartment even looked like before today. A side effect of eating Riley’s pussy is short-term memory loss, apparently.
Half an hour later, the cook delivers a tray with our meal. Riley disappears into the bathroom when the food arrives so no one will see her here.
I usher the cook to my kitchen, where he sets out the feast I ordered on my island. And when he’s gone, I knock on the bathroom door to tell Riley the coast is clear.
When she finds me in the kitchen, most of the pancakes and half the omelet have already vanished from the spread.
“You’re like a vacuum cleaner.” She eyes everything like she doesn’t know where to start. “How do you eat so fast?”
She migrates around the island to take in the other half of the feast, but when she gets close enough to me, I pull her down into my lap and cross my arms over her thighs like a seat belt.
“What can I say? When I want something, I want itnow.”
I love the sensation of Riley’s weight on top of me. My dick loves it too.
Inhaling her lavender scent, I bury my nose in her neck. She shivers in my embrace like I tickled her.
“Okay, okay.” The words come out breathy. “Time for some food.”
“I’m not stopping you.”
She tries to stand from my lap, but I pull her back down. With one hand, I hold her in place, and with the other, I swipe a cherry cheese tart off a tray.
“Is there something I can help you with?” Still in my lap, she swivels to one side so she can see me. Surprise flickers across her face when I lift the tart to her mouth.
“Eat.”
I don’t realize that this moment is a strange echo of us feeding each other cake at the reception until Riley gives me an unamused look.
“Can’t a gracious host feed his honored guest?” Only when I quirk an eyebrow at her does she decide to cut me a break and open that mouth I can’t get enough of.
I slide the golden, flaky pastry into her mouth, and when she bites into it, there’s magic in her eyes that only a delicious dessert can create.
She makes a noise similar to her sex moans from the shower. “Mmm…that’s amazing.”
“You’re welcome.” I bite into the pastry myself, and the tart cherries mixed with flaky butter is so good that I devour the rest.
Riley watches like she’s enjoying a show.
I swallow my final bite. “What?”