Page 127 of Sinful Hearts

Emilio’s mouth moves back to my breasts.

He tugs on my nipple with his teeth.

Sucks on it.

Kisses between them.

All while I grind on his cock.

He holds my hips as I bounce on it.

The sound of us—moans, the wet smack of our bodies meeting, and my pants—fill the room like the perfect song.

Emilio grunts beneath me, calling my pussy perfection, and when I’m so close, I collapse my head and kiss him.

He slides his tongue into my mouth, dancing it with mine, and my body trembles as my orgasm washes through me.

I shove my face into his shoulder, biting into his sweaty skin as he clutches my waist. I have no energy to move, so he holds me tight as he thrusts his hips up, fucking me.

With each thrust, he releases a louder grunt.

Tells me how much he loves my pussy.

How he’s going to fucking destroy it every day, then kiss it better.

Then, my husband comes inside me.

The following morning,I wake up to an empty bed, as usual.

I smile, stretching beneath the sheets, and remember all the dirty things we did in this room last night. After I rode him on the chair, I figured we’d be exhausted.

Nope.

It was like our orgasms gave us energy that was the equivalent of a Red Bull.

Emilio bent me over the bed and fucked me again.

Then, after that, he ate my pussy until I fell apart.

I slip out of bed, put on my robe, and slide my feet into my slippers before shuffling downstairs to find Emilio in the kitchen. He’s shirtless, standing behind the island.

“It’s not a Maggie-level breakfast,” he says, nodding toward the open doughnut box in front of him, “but it’s breakfast.”

I stroll into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

The doughnuts look like something I’d choose when I was a kid, wanting a sugar high.

“Are these Lucky Charms?” I ask, picking one up. “On a … doughnut?”

He shrugs. “I told Franko to get one of everything.” He nudges the box closer to me.

I grab a napkin, drop the doughnut on it, and then motion toward the box. “I got one. Now, your turn. You need a fullstomach to do all the murderous things on your to-do list for today.”

He shakes his head. “The only thing that I’ll murder is myself if I eat this shit.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “But you wantmeto die from it?”

“Terrible argument from me.” He grabs his own napkin. “Pick one for me.”