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Heartless Hero (Crowne Point 1)

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my chest as she earnestly deep throated my fingers ignited the possessiveness that had sparked earlier. It emboldened it, engraved it, fucking wrote it in blood.

She was mine.

“Fuck, I’m so hard watching you taste your pussy. You get me so hard, Abs.” I took her hand from my hip, dragging it, making her palm my still hard cock. “You come on this cock. Your hot, wet, sweet pussy only comes on this.”

She nodded through my fingers gagging her throat, somehow also blushing.

That was a sight.

I slowly withdrew from her mouth and saliva dripped from her full bottom lip. I brushed it away with my thumb, her lips still parted. She watched me, transfixed.

“I have a sweet pussy,” she whispered with a smile. That smile got me almost as much as the dirty words coming from it.

“Yeah.” I crushed my lips against hers, bruising and hard. “You do.”

I pulled her across me until her small frame was back atop mine. There was no better feeling in this world than Abigail’s soft body pressing into my hard one.

Nah, strike that, her pussy clenching around my dick topped it.

Suddenly she pulled away and sat up, thighs spread on either side of my hips.

Fuck. Would I ever get used to a naked Abigail Crowne? I don’t even think she realized the effect she had on me.

“Did you… you know…” She chewed her bottom lip. “I did…but did you?”

Yeah.

I really like this side.

“Did I what?” I flipped her over and hoisted one thigh over my hip so I could grind my still hard dick against her pussy. “Did I come?”

Abigail inhaled a melodic gasp that went straight to my cock, arching her back. I was learning the differences, what sharp inhales meant versus the ones she’d just made. How much to push, how much to let her take the lead, or when she needed direction.

I nipped at her collarbone. “We have all night, sweet girl.”

Abigail arched her back, pussy hitting my cock. Fuck. She was still so wet. I could slide into her, take her from above, behind, the side. Every fucking way until she couldn’t move.

Except…

I lifted my head, finding her eyes.

“Unless you’re done,” I said. “Then your ass goes to sleep.”

It was her first time.

She could be sore.

In response, Abigail clasped my cheeks between her palms and kissed my cheek. Then my jaw. Then my lips. She feathered soft, tender kisses all across my face until I melted into her lips with a groan, parting her mouth with my tongue.

Abigail Crowne had the sharpest thorns and the softest petals. Maybe that’s why I was so addicted to bleeding by her, it made her soft touches, looks, and kisses all the more intoxicating.

We took a breath, foreheads still pressed, as I reached for another condom from my discarded jeans.

“You…” She swallowed. “You kept your promise.” Maybe she saw the confusion on my face, because she grasped my face in her palms, pulling me to hers.

There wasn’t a single filter in her clay eyes. Emotion poured out of them like a broken faucet, drowning me. This was the dangerous part. Not the fucking. This.

I’d do anything to keep that glow in her eyes.



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