Page 83 of Bleeding Heart
I place my palms on the sofa back and kitten-stretch. My boyfriend crowds me and my ass meets Jake’s groin.
His warm left hand encases my bottom. I look over my shoulder. With his right hand, Jake’s shoved down his boxers and is palming his already hard cock.
“They may need product testing.” His voice is a low rumble.
“Vigorous product testing,” I agree.
I feel his knuckle at the cleft of my ass. He slips a finger underneath the elastic. Tugging it to the side with more force than necessary, I hear a tear.
“Sorry to say, I don’t think they’re going to hold up.”
“Whatever will we do?” I ask, coyly.
“Don’t tease, Pais.Tell me what you want.”
“You inside of me.”
“Like this?” His cock nudges my entrance. The mushroom head is slick with my juices. I whimper at the invasion. Jake slides out just to do it again.
Sometimes we fight this way. Taunting one another to get what we want. When what we really want is to see how far we can push the other to see what they’ll do to get their way.
“Beg,” he grits out, his fingers tight, clutching my hip.
Incoherent expletives tumble from my lips.
His hand moves to my clit, and I seize speaking, instead relying on unladylike sounds. I want Jake’s cock in me, filling me.
“Beg and once the show starts, I will bring you back here and eat your sweet pussy.”
He retracts again. The ultimatum is clear. How am I supposed to argue with a man whose tongue is that clever?
“Please, please, fuck me, Jake,” I whisper in agony because his huge dick is breaching me again.
“Louder. I want to hear you shout.”
I suck in a deep breath. The first syllable slips out of my mouth, and I gasp. Jake drives into me, setting my body ablaze. I lose sensation in my toes and my fingertips, gripping the back of the couch. My nipples tingle. My thighs are drenched. My cunt is sore, making room for him. Yet, the more Jake thrusts, the more I chase the intense feeling that builds. My walls grip him. Leaving me satiated in a way no other man has ever made me feel.
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I kiss Paisley. It starts sweet and slow and turns dirty as fuck—similar to the way she made me take her, ass tipped up and back bowed, bent over the new couch in my office.
Resisting Paisley lately has been difficult. We’ve waited as long to have sex as we did when we were fake dating. Some nights I’ve wanted to plow into her for stress relief. So I gotta say, I did not see this coming.
Thank heaven for this woman. Paisley planned her intervention well, and I was definitely more relaxed than I was trying to pull off that I was when I walked in with the cocktail.
She knows me. She anticipates my needs. I’ve figured out I’m patient with her because she was what I needed all along… Her and the swift ass kicking she brought along with her the night she jumped into my arms.
I suck her bottom lip. It pops when I let go and she dives back in. I have to lift her up. Our size difference makes holding her perfect, but kissing her less than ideal if I have to lean down for too long. That’s okay, though. It gives me a chance to grip her ass, and show her what act two will entail.
Breaking our kiss, I lower Paisley to the floor. She scampers out of my reach when I swat at her lush bottom. I catch her by the elbow. She graces me with a few quick pecks and a crowing giggle.
I grab the back of her neck. “Wear your hair down.” I insist.
Her lips twist as she thinks about telling me no. But her thumb grazes my nipple and the spark in her eyes tells me she won’t fight.