Pierced Hearts (Southern Charmers 1)

I pump in and out, and she moans her approval, stroking, rolling, sucking, and opening wider so I can drive harder. Through my haze, I spot her free hand sliding down her torso and disappearing between her thighs.

Dripping, hot, wet… The hitch in her throat awakens the beast in me. I’m the one to take care of her, and that’s happening now.

I tear my hands through her hair, wrap my hands around her biceps, and yank her high in the air. She smirks knowingly, hooks her ankles around my hips, and throws her head back when I impale her. I get us to the sofa, collapsing on top of her, and drive in harder.

“Every surface, every wall, every single inch of this space needs to have our mark on it,” I ground out.

“I assumed as much.” Her hips arc, bringing me so deeply, I know I’ve found her spot.

She writhes with the recognizable signs of struggle. She’s holding back, waiting for me. I’m ready, right there with her, but I want more. With superhuman effort, I find the ounce of willpower left and slow my strokes. She whimpers at the change of pace, locking her ankles around my back. “Every time I slide inside you after being apart for so long, I’m a madman with no restraint. Today, I want more.”

Her lips part, and the wild hunger in her eyes melts. I rise, gliding my lips over hers, kissing a path down the column of her throat and chest. Her nipples are hard, begging for attention. I run my cheeks and chin over one, using the bristle of my stubble to taunt her. My palm covers the other, rolling the stiff peak with my fingers, mimicking what she did with my balls. She arches her chest, silently begging for more, and when I close my mouth and suck, she grips my head, holding me in place.

I lick, nip, squeeze, and savor, worshipping her tits and leaving my mark. My tongue craves the taste of her, but there’s no way I can pull of out her. I know my limits.

“Pierce, please,” she whines desperately, bucking up.

I lean back, glancing over her naked body in front of me, and grin proudly. She’s going to be pissed when she sees the purple and blue splotches, but I don’t give a fuck. I spread her thighs so I can watch myself thrust in and out of her. She reaches behind her, gripping the arm of the couch, powering against me. Possession fires through my veins, and I increase my speed, ready to hear her scream.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy it is to see your pussy stretched around me?”

“Mmmmmm,” she moans, lifting her ass in the air and ramming up.

I circle her swollen clit, tracing the nub with feather-light touches until Darby is writhing and panting. Her face is flushed, her eyes are wild, and her body strains as she meets my strokes.

“Come for me.” I roll her clit with my thumb, and she flies apart, crying out. A gush of wet heat coats my dick, and my eyes dart between her face and her pussy. Once again, my mouth waters to taste her, feel her squirm against my face.

This thought annihilates my control, and I thrust harder. Her eyes lock with mine at the same time she clenches her muscles, closing around me. She grins smugly, releasing the couch and trailing her hands down to cup her tits. My cock thumps and throbs, swelling inside her.

“Give me another one,” I demand.

She shakes her head defiantly, caressing her nipples, playing with herself.

My pace quickens, and I try to grind my way out of her clutch, but it’s useless. She’s holding me in.

“Darby,” I growl, plunging until I hit so deep her chest curves.

The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the air, and her eyes begin to glaze. Shockwaves fire off, my balls tightening. This time, I know there’s no stopping, no turning back.

“Baby, I need you with me.”

“Yes! God, yes!” she answers with a stuttered cry.

I grind my teeth as sweat drips down my chest, my heart thundering against my ribcage. My thumb swipes back over her clit while I rock into her. She curls up, screaming so loud the walls echo. I follow, exploding inside her with such force it sends tremors down my spine. My cock throbs with each pulse jetting inside her body.

Darby’s body spasms against mine, our hearts racing in sync. “It’s fucking great to have you home,” I tell her.

Chapter 37

Darby

“Any reason you’re hovering?” I don’t have to open my eyes to feel his body heat above me.

“You’re burning. I should rub some suntan lotion on your back.”

“I’m not falling for that again. You rubbed lotion on my back an hour ago, and I still have sand in private places.”