Heartbreaker: A Filthy Dirty Love Novel

She fought against his grip on her hip, rose a little, then swallowed him up again, her long hair curtaining her face, trailing along her breasts. “Please,” she breathed.

Lost in those eyes, he slid his hand across her face, bringing her mouth back to his, and tangled his tongue with hers. He kissed her until she was breathless, then he said, “Go on then, darlin’. Show me what you’ve got.”

Letting her control things for now, he released her, laying his head back onto the pillow, watching her bounce atop him. She grabbed the headboard, holding onto that as she worked herself over him, taking him in deeply. He groaned when she arched her back, shoving her breasts out to him.

He took her up on her offer and massaged each breast, a perfect handful with taut nipples, great for pinching. She began moaning, so he squeezed harder and harder until she dropped forward, her breath raspy by his ear. She placed her head into his neck and shifted her hips back and forth, and his hands came to her hips. Forward and backward, she rocked against him, harder and faster, until her inner walls hugged him tightly. In the pulsating grip of his shaft, he sensed her climax. Doing what he could to help, he assisted her, shifting her even faster now. His cock slapped the inside of her channel until she was gasping with pleasure, and he was moaning against her slick heat strangling him.

“Fuck, you’re tight and wet,” he growled, pinching his eyes shut as her pleasure brought his higher, flexing all his muscles. He dug his fingers into her hips and continued bouncing her atop him, feeling her wet pussy get wetter by the second until her slick juices spread out between them.

“Maddox,” she gasped, straightening up, her hands coming to his chest. Her back angled, chin pointed to the ceiling. She rocked her hips, back and forth, her moans growing louder and louder. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she whimpered.

Christ, he wanted her to get there too because her tight cunt drove him to places he never wanted to return from. Damn sure that he’d never get enough of her, he gripped her thighs and gave her the leverage she needed, and rocked her hard, ignoring the burning of his muscles. Over and over again, he helped her fuck him with force and speed. He slapped her ass hard, again and again, until she no longer rocked her hips.

“Give me what I want,” he ordered with a bite to his voice, latching on to her nipple and sucking it deeply into his mouth.

She froze.

He saw the early quivers, the pink flushing over her chest. He heard the hitch of her breath before her high-pitched scream blasted through the air, and he’d had all the teasing he could stand. He grabbed her in his arms, flipped her onto her belly then reentered her from behind.

Those screams never stopped as he pinned her beneath him with one hand pressing against her shoulder blades. Urgent now to finish, he pounded into her. Wet, sucking noises filled the air until those sounds got louder, and he felt her inner walls clamp against his shaft like a vise grip, forcing him to thrust harder and grunt against the burn in his muscles. Sweat slicked his skin as he shut his eyes, focusing on his pleasure as he felt hers rise.

Unadulterated screams he’d never heard from her filled his ears, and those sweet, beautiful sounds drew him toward the edge. Fire burned in his body as he roared and blanketed her back, becoming hard as steel. The sound of her losing control, the scent of their sex, her damp, lush body beneath him, all drew up his balls. When she unraveled, thrashing against him and soaking him, he exploded, bucking and jerking, holding her tightly against him while his seed blasted into the condom.

By the time his climax released him, he’d collapsed onto her sweaty back, while her convulsing cunt continued to milk him, greedily draining every drop. Breathless, he slid off her onto his back, arms resting at his sides, legs sprawled out, while she lay face-first on the mattress, catching her breath.

Sometime later, she lifted her face off the bed. She looked well fucked with flushed cheeks and a perfect, satisfied smile. “Seriously, are you even real?” she asked with a soft laugh.

He chuckled, sliding her damp hair away from his face. “What?”

“Honestly,” she said, her head stuck to the mattress, apparently unable to move. “Emilia and I were joking that you were a Sex God, but I’m actually starting to think there might be some truth to that. I have never come so hard in my life. How in the hell do you do that?”

“I can do that because I care enough to take the time to understand how your body works,” he told her seriously. “But believe me, Joss, I could ask you the same question.”

“If I were real?” She laughed, and at his nod, she added, “What about me makes you wonder if I’m real?”