Page 32 of Dirty Hearts

“Come for me, Doll. Come for me.” On my word, I watched her in sinful delight like the devil I was. The devil watching the angel fall apart in complete erotic ecstasy. The mindless sounds of passion that fell from her beautiful lips were unreal. It made me harder. It made me want her right the fuck now.

Instinctively, I reached for the nightstand to get a condom, but she stopped me.

“Really?” She smiled at me weakly. “We haven’t used any all night. I’m on birth control.”

The thing was, we’d literally feasted on each other all night, going so fast I didn’t have time to think. This was the slowest I’d gone with her, because I wanted to taste her.

I smiled at her and flipped her over so she was on her hands and knees with her beautiful ass ready for me.

I wanted to take her from behind.

Her hair fell forward over her face, looking like strands of bright sunlight. I shrugged out of my boxers and gripped her hips. With my cock hard like rock and her wet and ready for me, her body welcomed me as I slid into her. This position always felt good, too good, and what was better was the vague image of us staring back at me from the long wardrobe mirrors.

I stole a glance at the truly graphically erotic sight of me fucking her and her massive tits bouncing with each thrust.

The sounds that filled the room were pure animalistic pleasure as we got lost in the sexual heat of us. Our sweat-slick bodies locked in this mad embrace of stark need.

Fuck, she felt too good. This felt too good. Better than ever. How? I didn’t know. I didn’t know how the fuck we could feel better than we had before. It made me want more. Her feminine cries excited me, as did the scream of pleasure that tore from her lips and the tortuous moans.

Delicious friction penetrated every nerve in my body, setting me on fire. It was so hot I could barely breathe. Then I felt it. The buildup of my release. She felt it too because the walls of her pretty pussy tightened and clenched around my cock, gripping me like a vice.

I attempted to slow down. I attempted to tamp down the exhilaration that zinged through me, straining body and mind, fighting that rush that built up inside me. Just for a little longer. Just a little longer.

But no…

I was past that, and so was she. The wild sensation of her orgasm grabbed me, hitting me full force, and scorched me clean, consuming me in shivers that made me quiver. Every inch of my body came alive with it and growled, deep from my soul, as I erupted into her, hot, violent, and virile like some of my life force had been sucked out of me.

The power of whatever force that took us made us both weak, and we collapsed from the harsh effect of it, gasping.

I pulled her close, flush against my chest, not wanting to sever the connection, not wanting her to be away from me.

We stayed like this for a few minutes. I could have fallen asleep, but I didn’t want to. It was her fingers knitting with mine that brought my awareness back.

She shuffled in my arms, turning to face me so she could kiss me.

I kissed her back, savoring her.

She pulled back, just a fraction, and sadness filled her bright green eyes.

“We can’t keep doing this.” She pressed her lips together.

“Why not?” It was a stupid question. Of course, I knew we couldn’t keep this up.

“We should talk.”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t want to… I don’t.”

“What happens when the sun comes up?”

“Stay with me.” That was the best answer I could give her. I pulled her back to my lips, and that was all I remembered.

Somehow, I fell asleep against my will.

Another mistake.

When I opened my eyes again, the angel was gone.

She was gone, and the hollow that filled me was worse than before.