Page 120 of The Heartbreaker
There were internal screams.
There was a need so bad that it was even making my blood pound.
“Me?” I questioned.
“If you want this dick, Addison, then you need to take it. You need to put it inside your pussy. And you need to fuck me.”
An order I would gladly accept.
I rose on my knees to position his crown, and then I lowered all the way to his base.
“That’s it.” He kissed me, his lips rough and needy, his tongue as erotic as his cock.
“Fuck,” I cried out as the fullness and pressure registered within me. “Yes!”
“Does that feel good?”
His hands were moving all over me, creating sensations I hadn’t anticipated, each one bringing out a short yell or a moan, especially as he began to slip in between my ass cheeks.
An area he hadn’t explored.
“Incredible,” I exhaled.
“Take more, Addison. Take it harder. Take it faster.”
I adjusted my speed, bouncing over him, each dip sending the water splashing over the side of the hot tub. And every time that happened, his hand went closer to that forbidden hole.
“I want this,” he demanded.
“My ass?”
“I want to see if it’s as tight and wet as your pussy.”
My neck was leaned back, my chin almost resting on his nose, so every word he spoke hit my throat. I didn’t know how breath could feel like foreplay, but each syllable added to what I was feeling.
“Are you going to give me this?”
I looked at him, still moving, still rocking against him. “I’ve never done that before.”
“A virgin hole.” He rubbed my lips with his thumb. “I’ll be gentle with it.”
I believed he would.
Even if it would hurt.
Even if it would be something I ended up hating.
I’d do it for him.
“It’s yours.”
He arched his hips, slamming me with several pumps, dragging more screams out of me before he stood and carried me out of the tub, walking us across the patio and through the sliding glass doors of his living room.
The glass wasn’t even closed yet when I heard, “Ridge!”
The voice, a woman’s, was one I vaguely recognized. The pitch was loud enough to vibrate through me, the sound startling the shit out of me.
I didn’t know where it had come from since my back was to the living room and all I could see was the slider and pool and view of outside.
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