Breaking Beast (Pounding Hearts 4)

“Not a chance, we’ll miss our run and shower.”

“How about sex and a shower?”

Her hips roll into my cock, her ass pushing hard against me. “Fuck.”

“See… Sexy time, a small nap, and a shower,” she says as she clamps my hand down hard on her breast.

“There won’t be enough time for a nap, Legs.”

My hand slips from her breast and I bury it between her legs, lightly tracing the lines of her lips.

Gasping, she reaches behind herself, and firmly grasps my cock. Sliding her fingers up and down my hard shaft, she’s not wasting time. She pulls her ass away from me before spreading her legs wide enough for my cock to slip through her thighs.

Making slow circles around her clit, I graze it a few times before slipping my finger down into her pussy.

Her tight little pussy already feels hot and wet for me.

Grabbing her hip tightly, I pull my finger out, ready to thrust inside of her.

“Fuck!” I shout out as I roll away from her, my hard cock waving in the air.

She may be on the pill now but it’s not worth risking it. Getting pregnant now would really hurt her career.

Grabbing a condom off the nightstand, I groan when she moans, “Hurry, Alex, I need you.”

Ripping the foil and rolling the little fucker on takes more time than I would like.

Rolling back to her, I nestle the head of my cock right against her pussy lips. Not waiting a moment longer, I push my cock into her tight pussy.

Shit, even with a condom on it’s like slipping my cock into molten fire every inch of the way.

I wrap an arm around her and pull her hip back hard against my hips. My thick cock slams the last few inches inside of her.

Her breath comes out in a raspy gasp and she reaches back, gripping my hip with her hand, trying to keep me right where I am.

“Oh, god!” she cries out.

“Yeah, you can call me that.”

“Shut up, Old Man…”

Growling, I pull back and thrust hard into her. “What was that?”

“Mmm, nothing, just keep going.”

I slow myself, and instead of roughly slamming my cock hard inside her, I set a steady pace. Each thrust I push as deep as I can until I bottom out. My hand roams up to grab her breast, pinching her nipple, then slides down, slipping across her slick clit.

Every time my finger slides across her clit, Christy pushes back into me.

We go on for longer than I intended to, but in the end we reach our peaks at the same time. She slides over and I come right along with her, feeling her walls clench down on me. Each pulse I shoot out feels like a little death.

When our bodies finally relax, we rest for a long moment, catching our breath.

“Race you to the shower!” she cries out suddenly.

“Are you fucking serious?” I ask as she hops out of the bed.

“Yeah, last one to the shower has to wash the other one first!”

I make like I’m going to charge out of bed after her, but smile when she darts to the bathroom.

I like being last if I get to soap her up.

* * *

Setting down her plate of eggs with tons of sausage, I watch as she goes about eating it with an air of someone who is going to work.

“Christy! Enjoy it, there’s no rush!” I laugh as she lifts her glass of orange juice, not even bothering to swallow what’s in her mouth first.

Looking down at my own food, I start cutting it all up then dump hot sauce all over it. “It’s like you have somewhere important to be or something!”

She finally finishes her mouthful with a grin. “I get the Bitch all to myself today!”

Rolling my eyes, I groan and put a hand to my heart. “You have to be careful with my car, Christy, she’s more valuable to me than you are.”

“Yeah, right, grandpa. Your car can’t do what I did for you in the shower.”

“Fuck, if a car could do that I wouldn’t need women.”

“That’s just sick.”

Taking a bite of my food, I nod my head. “So what are you and Muffin going to do today?”

“Well… I saw this store in the mall a couple months ago I want to go to with her. They make the coolest dog clothes!”

My eyes widen as I look over to the hound of hell with pink painted toenails. “No, absolutely not. You can’t make her all girly!”

Christy’s arms cross in front of her chest as she sits back. “She needs girl time too, Old Man. She told me so.”

“Is that right?” I ask with a chuckle.

“Well, do you see her complaining about her pretty nails?”

“Fuck.” She’s right about that. Muffin was practically prancing around the house when I came home to see that Christy had been having fun with her.