Page 88 of Hard Rock Heat

The rustle of fabric told me he was easing out of his jeans and boxers. He reached into the bedside table and pulled out protection. The head of his cock nudged against my inner thigh. I whined, low in my chest, needy and wanton. He arranged himself at my entrance. I squirmed, urging himon.

With a grunt and a single push, he thrust himself insideme.

I let out a choked moan as he spread me open, his cock piercing me to the core. On and on he went, the angle allowing him to go deeper and deeper. He finally bottomed, his lower abs pressed against myass.

"So fucking sweet," he murmured. He ran that soothing hand up and down my back again. His hips jerked. "Fuck, your cunt is so hot andtight."

He wasn't moving, just staying there, buried inside me. I whined again, wiggling my hips back andforth.

"You want something?" he asked, wickedlyamused.

"Fuck me!" Idemanded.

He pulled out slowly, before thrusting back in with a groan. He did it again and again, until he was pounding, fast and deep, just like he said he was going to. My fingers dug into the sheets, clawing and flexing as I held on. The movements sent me jerking forward and backward, almost rough. Every brush of his cock head against my inner walls sent pleasure soaring through me, sparks shooting from my core, to my belly, and out to the tips of my fingers andtoes.

But it wasn't enough. I neededmore.

"Touch me," I moaned. "Please."

He brought a hand to my wet clit, using his fingers and thumbs to play and stoke and pinch. The pleasure intensified, every molecule of my being singing with a thrilled delight. My inner muscles squeezed and rippled around him, getting ready, almostclose.

His cock also began to twitch and pulse, a warning that he was just as near to the edge. He snapped his hips, pushing in and out wildly. He choked out agrunt.

"You're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart," he said through clenched teeth. "You need to comenow."

I panted wildly, body tensing, striving to reach that beautiful point. He began rubbing my clit in circles, hard and fast, pressing down in just the right spot. I was so close, almost there, I just needed a little bitmore—

"Come for me, Faith," Damondemanded.

I exploded, fireworks spreading through me, bright light surrounding me. I trembled and gasped and clenched and released, fluttering around his cock. The tightness was too much for him, and with his own choked cry he came, shuddering againstme.

We shook and panted, bodies straining, until finally the pleasure abated somewhere, and we came back to our senses. Damon fell to the mattress, making sure to end up beside me, not on top, avoiding crushing me under hisweight.

I rolled until I was on my back. My thighs and lungs burned fromexertion.

Worthit.

We turned our heads and gazed into each other'seyes.

"You're fucking amazing, you know that?" Damonsaid.

"Says the rich, gorgeous, famous rock star," Iteased.

"There's thousands of rich, gorgeous, famous people out there," he said. "There's only one FaithBriars."

My heart melted in my chest. I shifted over until I was lying on his chest. I rested my head against his heart, hearing it thump madly as he caught hisbreath.

"I love you," I saidquietly.

He pressed a kiss to my hair and wrapped his arms aroundme.

"I don't deserve it," he said. "But I'm so fucking thankful every day that youdo."

He pulled the covers over us, tucking me in next tohim.

We fell asleep in each other'sarms.

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