Page 9 of Rival Hearts

He chuckled and tore open the foil in his hand. I only realized now it was a condom.

He tilted his body to the side while he rolled the condom on, and it gave me a chance to study his perfect body again. He was hot fromeveryangle.

Wrapped up, Alex rolled onto me again, pinning me down, and I shivered when he curled his back, positioning himself at my entrance.

I moaned as he slid into me, my body stretching to accommodate his size. Inside me, buried to the hilt, he paused.

Our eyes locked, and my body trembled around him. He filled me upso much.

As if he knew he was a challenge to work around, he moved slowly. He balanced himself on his arms on either side of my head so that his shoulders were perfectly defined, a fan of muscles spreading down his biceps, and he slowly retreated before he slid back into me.

I cried out when he did.

Alex did the same, slowly pulling back and bucking his hips into me again. He picked up the pace, fucking me faster and faster.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, throwing my head back and clawing at the sheets.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Alex growled, and he closed his eyes, a look of sheer bliss on his face.

His rhythm grew faster, deeper, and his cock slammed into me, hitting me in just the right spot, and the pressure started building.

My toes curled, and I clawed at the sheets as Alex fucked me—faster and faster. He growled, dipped his head into my neck and nipped the skin while he pounded into me, and the slight burst of pain only heightened the sensation.

I cried out, writhing and moaning, and when Alex lifted himself, grabbing my legs and hoisting them up over his shoulders, the new position made him feel even deeper.

It didn’t take long.

I was still sensitive after the first round, and his new position made him hit all the right spots. The pressure inside me built up and up until I couldn’t contain it anymore.

I cried out as another orgasm ripped through me. It was intense and powerful, and I cried out again, moaning his name.

Alex’s jaw was clenched, his expression one of intense concentration. His muscles were flexed, and when I came, I contracted around him.

He gritted his teeth and slowed his rhythm right down, drawing out my orgasm, letting the intensity slowly taper off until, in the aftermath of my climax, I gasped for air. My body was spent.

“You’re something else, you know that?” Alex said, his voice hoarse.

He leaned forward, sliding my legs off his shoulders, and I wrapped my thighs around his waist.

He planted a hand on the mattress, and the other arm curled around my body, cupping my neck. He stared into my eyes.

“Is that a good thing?”

“You have no idea,” he murmured.

He kissed me again, and then he rolled us over. I yelped, but he had me—his thick arms held me in place, and suddenly, I was on top. He looked up at me with a smirk before his gaze trailed down my body to my breasts.

He cupped them and lifted his head. I leaned down enough that he could suck a nipple into his mouth, and I moaned.

Alex let go of me, and I sat back, driving his cock into me as deep as he would go.

He groaned, gripping my hips, and I rocked myself back and forth, sliding him in and out of me.

The view of Alex beneath me, the feeling of him inside me, the knowledge of how good he made me feel—it was overwhelming. And then there was the fact that he was gorgeous and rich and everything a girl could ever want.

I rocked my hips faster and faster, and Alex gritted his teeth. His face was riddled with concentration, brows knitted together with pleasure, and I rode him harder and harder.

“Fuck,” he growled, and his grip on my hips tightened. My clit rubbed against his pubic bone as I rode him, and I leaned forward, bracing myself on his rock-hard chest.