“Her…”
He grabbed her hips and penetrated her. The crown of his fat cock speared her open.
“…ve!” The rest of the word evaporated in her throat. Belle panted. Wide-eyed, she could do nothing but surrender when Hervé yanked her down until she was able to accept his whole erection. Fuck. She trembled. It took her long seconds to get used to being impaled by a cock his size. Her pussy quivered around his shaft. He was hot and hard. Mind-shatteringly, nerve-wreckingly good. She gushed juice luxuriously from the impact.
He let go of her nipple and threw her a savage grin. “I love it when you do that. I’ve barely fucked you and you’ve already creamed.”
She bit back the urge to yell when Hervé pounded her with short, rapid strokes. Shards of pleasure exploded in her depths. Scalded her. Burned. Until they engulfed her in one fiery blast of pure ecstasy. She came. Her body quaked, pussy squeezing him in a throat-crushing grip.
“Fuck.” Hervé couldn’t move. A laugh followed. He licked the side of her jaw and breathed out on her ear. “This is why I don’t want to lose you to Armand. But you aren’t just one hot fuck, Belle. I love the way you make me feel. Like no one ever has before.”
Her brain went to mush hearing his declaration.
“I love you, Belle. I really do.”
She yelped when all of a sudden, Hervé lifted her and pushed her to the side of the table, flat on her back. Her head hit the floor cushion as the ceiling of the nook filled her line of sight. Then, Hervé loomed, eyes burning with pure lust. He wrenched her thighs open and thrust inside her.
“Want you.” He pulled and thrust. “So fucking bad.”
Thrust.
“Not going to lose you to him.”
Pull.
“Going to make you mine. Whatever it takes.”
He growled and rained her with a series of rough, vicious fucks that made her mind scatter to oblivion. She gasped. Hervé plastered her mouth with his, kissing her as hard as his cock ravaged her pussy. Pleasure gathered fast. Her muscles tensed. The air thinned.
She tore her mouth from his and screamed. Her orgasm hit her hard, tearing her sanity to pieces. Hervé didn’t stop while she was climaxing. He kept slamming into her, fucking her over and over until another orgasm tore her world from the seams. For a moment, she was oblivious of her surroundings. Then, she felt Hervé stiffening, jerking while his cock flooded her channel with his hot seed.
They lay immobile amidst the afterglow. Hervé finally withdrew from her and pulled her into his arms, cocooning her in a tight embrace as if he was afraid of losing her. Belle rested her head against his chest, listening to his beating heart.
It was…heaven.
“Belle…” he croaked.
She looked up.
“Love you.”
Belle kissed him without thinking. She didn’t wish him to see her cry. His declaration made her want to shed a tear. When Armand confessed his true feelings, she did the same thing too. She didn’t know why. Maybe because Hervé and Armand were sincere. Unlike Trent.
Hervé caressed her lips with the tip of fingers when she parted. “Love me back, and I’ll give you everything your heart desires.”
Her throat tightened. She liked him and Armand equally. How was she supposed to choose? Belle dove into his chest and clutched the edge of his denim jacket. Her voice was hoarse when she answered, “I need more time…”
The following day, Belle had just got home from work when someone knocked on her front door. Belle fished her keys from her purse and padded back to the living room. She didn’t think Hervé or Armand would come to see her at this hour. She’d been buried in an avalanche of work that made her stay late to catch up. Armand had called her at the office. Somehow, he and his cousin had made some kind of arrangement that they would take turns taking her out every day. Courting her, to borrow their term. And since she was up to her neck with work today, Armand had promised to take her to dinner tomorrow evening. Belle wondered if he’d changed his mind.
When she opened the door, she saw Trent instead. Her internal alarm blared in an instant. How did he know she lived here? Her sisters or her mother must have given her address to this jerk.
“Hello, Belle.” Trent leant on the doorframe and flashed a smile that used to make her heart stop beating. But his charm no longer worked. He brought a bouquet of flowers for her.
She didn’t make any attempt to take it. “It’s late.” She tried to close the door but Trent put his foot in the way.
“Can we talk?” Trent pleaded. He smelt like a brewery.
God, he’s drunk. “No. Leave now or I’ll call the cops.”