Page 78 of Shattered Hearts
“You really like sweets, don’t you?”
“Shut up.” A reflex. I don’t like to talk about my sweet tooth. It reminds me too much of my mother.
She smirks. “Is an enforcer with a massive sweet tooth taboo or something?”
I jut up from my seat, taking her with me. When she regains her balance, I have her cornered against the island. Her eyes lock on mine.
“You enjoy pushing my buttons, don’t you?”
Before one more word comes out of her mouth, I take her lips in mine. What started as me feeding her brunch transforms into me feeding her pussy with my cock all over the clean half of the island.
God, I’ve never been so aroused in my life. I can’t remember ever having sex this great either. Maybe it’s three years of celibacy or maybe it’s Riley Brennan. Maybe it’s both. Whatever’s the culprit, I can’t get my dick to stay down.
“Mm.” I ram my cock into her, all the way to the hilt. My fists are coiled around her ankles. Arms open wide, I’m holding her legs straight apart. Riley’s back is on the island. While her handsscramble against the countertop for purchase, I throw my cock into her hard and fast.
“Your pussy…” I sound so angry when I talk to her like this. “It’s a realwonderland.Anyone ever told you that?”
“No one’s ever—” Her eyes roll, and she mouthsfucka few times before she gets back to that sentence. “No one’s ever used it like this before.”
Those words start a party in my chest. My pride and every possessive impulse I have share a goddamn toast when she tells me I’m the only one who’s fucked her like this.
“I guess that means you’re mine for the taking.” I shove my cock in and leave it there. “All mine.”
Riley gives me a feverish look. Because of her sexiness, no part of my body works normally around her except for my cock.
She makes me come again. Jesus, this woman.
This time, I bust all over her navel.
In the bathroom afterward, we share another quick shower.
I’ve made her scream, shout, shake, and writhe, but she still hasn’t come on my cock the way I want her to. Maybe I need to eat her again…
Then Riley’s sex toy flashes through my mind.
Maybe, what really gets her off is….
Just the thought my dick shift.
I dry my face with a rough towel.
What the hell is wrong with me?I’m acting like a horny teenager without an ounce of self-control. What if all Riley wanted to do today was sleep? Wewereout all night, and the night before, Dumbass Sullivan attacked her. A lot’s going on.
When I exit the bathroom, I stalk toward the den.
I’ve fucked Riley three times today already and it’s not even two in the afternoon.
I should stop being so fucking selfish and let her spend her day off however she wants—When I glance up and find her stillnaked, walking around the small group of furniture I refer to as my home office, every thought in my head evaporates.
“What are you doing?”
She jumps, turning to find me behind her.
“Nothing. I didn’t notice you had an office.”
“Yeah, well, you’re new around here.”
As I approach her, she backs up a little. For some reason, I like that. I like that she’s nervous around me. Even if the orgasm score is three-to-one, at least I know I have an effect on her.