My Heart For Yours (Sinful Secrets 2)

“You’ve been wanting it, haven’t you?”

“Yes!”

“You think I didn’t see you watching me? I watched you too,” I grunt, and push inside her, holding while I stroke her dripping pussy. “I saw you wanting this. I tried—” I drag out back— “tried to let you be. But you wouldn’t let me, would you?”

“No,” she rasps.

I punch back in, and she lets out a low sound like a sob.

“You needed me inside you. You’re so tight, I can barely fit, but you like that, don’t you?”

She pants and bears down on my dick so I can bury myself deeper—and I’m not surprised: the way she grips me when I pull it out and how she shoves her tight cunt back against me as I slam inside.

I hear myself, from somewhere far off, moaning, “Babe…ahh, Gwen—” until I feel the tension tightening my balls and thickening my cock.

“I’m gonna come…” I reach around and stroke her clit once more as she rocks back toward me. I slam in…draw out…slam in…and as she starts to quiver around me, she rasps, “On the pill.”

My cock thumps deep inside her as her pussy clenches, her muscles squeezing, milking, as my balls throb and I fill her up, and then I hold there deep inside her body: warm and spent; my hot balls pressed against her taint and throbbing with their own heartbeat. I find my body feeling light and empty. I can?

?t think at all, can only feel and smell and stroke her ribs as chills race over her smooth skin.

“Holy fuck…you feel so fucking good.” A shudder rips through me. I let my head hang over her for just a second as I try to get my breath.

Then I pull out slowly; cum spills as I leave her empty…dripping…such a perfect fucking sight.

I’m still half hard. Just looking at her, freshly fucked, makes my shaft twitch.

“Gwen?”

She looks back at me. Fuck, she’s sweaty and her lower lip looks raw, like she’s been biting it.

“Are you okay?” I whisper. Fear flares somewhere distant in me.

“Holy hell.” She laughs. “Amazing.” She squeezes her thighs together and grins. “Are you? You look like you just ran a marathon.”

It’s probably true. My eyelids are heavy and I feel sleep blurring my edges even as I stroke her hip one final time and make myself get up.

“Wait here a minute.”

I walk into the kitchen and get a warm cloth for her. I come back to find her curled up on her side.

When I kneel beside the couch, she yawns, then smiles.

I can’t help smiling too.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” I murmur as she takes the towel from me. I grab a blanket from the other end of the couch and toss it to her, then I disappear into the kitchen for a minute. When I return, she’s got the blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She looks half asleep.

I remember last time she was here, she did the same thing: crashed right after. I only hesitate a second before I bend down and scoop her up.

She giggles as I climb the stairs with her, and rests her cheek against my chest as I open the door to my room. I’m glad the lights are off so she can’t see how messy this place is.

I peel the covers down—at least the bed is clean—and lay her on the king-sized mattress. I tuck the covers up around her shoulders and walk over to the armchair where my .338 is.

She doesn’t need to see it…or the pile of Red Bull cans. I lay a throw pillow over them.

“Barrett?”

I step over to the bed and find Gwenna’s eyelids drooping. Fuck, she looks like heaven naked in this bed. I blink as she leans up on her elbow.