Pierced Hearts (Southern Charmers 1)

I toe off my shoes and lift my legs for him to remove the rest of my clothes. The clouds of ecstasy clear my brain, and I reach for him, tossing his shirt behind us. I get his belt, button, and zipper undone quickly then slide his jeans and boxers low enough for him to spring free. My hand grips around his hard length, stroking a few times before he stops me.

“Can’t do that,” he grates out, bending to grab my ass. “Jump up.”

I hop, circling my arms on his shoulders, and cry out when he plunges into me. The short pinch of pain turns to pleasure as my body accepts the invasion, stretching to welcome his frantic thrusts.

“Can’t fucking help myself. I told myself I was going to go slow, worship your body. Kiss you, lick you, make you so crazy you’d know how I feel without you. Then one look, walking across that damn parking lot, and I was gone.”

Power surges through me that I have this kind of control over him. “More,” I demand, bouncing to meet him stroke for stroke.

His blue eyes liquefy as a wicked grin crosses his lips. “You want it hard?”

“Yes.”

“Gladly.” He drives up, again and again, pounding into me with such force my sight goes hazy and my toes curl.

I close my eyes and drop my head to his shoulder, clinging to him and fighting the sensations rippling their way through my body. It would be easy to let go, fall over the edge again, but I don’t want this to end. Every part of me is alive with his movements, and each thrust grows more intense. My brain becomes hyper-aware of his body holding mine. The heat of his hard-muscled chest rubbing the tender flesh of my nipples, the crashing of his hipbones to mine, the way his fingers are digging into the curves of my ass.

A low, slow moan escapes from my throat, encouraging him further. “Let me see your face, beautiful.”

My neck is heavy, but I lay my head back, thankful for the support of the wall.

“So tight, wet, and ready for me.”

“Please,” I beg, not sure what I’m pleading for.

“More what? Harder? Faster? You want to come all over me?”

“Y-y-y-eeee-ssss.”

His gaze locks with mine, and the smoldering heat scorches, lighting my insides on fire. He brings his mouth to mine, outlining my lips with his tongue. His hips rock with short, swift movements, allowing me to catch my breath.

“When I woke up, my dick was ready. Knowing that, before the day was over, I’d be buried in you was too much. I took care of myself, picturing your perfect lips wrapped around my cock. It didn’t do anything to take the edge off, so I did it again in the shower, this time thinking of that morning in Kiawah, you in that dress as I drilled you from behind. That still wasn’t enough, but I found the self-restraint to wait.”

I’m distracted by his words, his dirty thoughts, and the warmth of his breath as his lips move against mine. He’s got me under a spell, and then I realize he’s pulled almost fully out, the ridge of his crown slipping along my sensitive and slick entrance. His blue eyes share a split second of warning before he slams into me, showing no mercy. He gives me what I asked for—harder, faster, rougher. It’s raw and savage, pounding to my bones.

I can’t hold out. My nails dig into his shoulder, and I use every last ounce of strength to clamp my inner muscles around his cock. He sinks his teeth into my neck, and I shatter.

A million bolts of energy fire through my veins, lighting me up. His own roar sounds distant, cutting through the ringing in my ears. He throbs, pulses, and releases inside of me, continuing to thrust and bringing me to another earth-shattering climax.

It’s too much. I try to cry out, but my throat is raw from muted screams. All I can do is ride spasm after spasm of immense pleasure rushing through me. My heart hammers to the same rhythm as his as I slowly float back to reality.

He stays hard inside me, still pulsing, showing no signs of a man who just fucked me senseless.

“Tell me you’re okay.” His voice is hoarse and gruff.

“I’m better than okay.”

“It’s you. I lose all control. It’s unexplainable the need I have for you.”

Another tremble races down my backbone. “I love it when you get this way.”

He raises his face to me, his eyebrows raised in question. “Baby, I fucked you like an animal against a wall and came so hard my brain rattled.”

“It’s not the first time and hopefully not the last.”

His mouth splits into a wide grin, and he sweeps his lips across mine. “We have twenty-four hours until Dad and Miller fly in. I’ll see what I can do. Let’s try the bed next time.”