Harlot (Bartered Hearts 2)

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Caleb was stunned by how beautiful she was. He’d tried to picture her many times, of course. He’d jerked off to thoughts of her countless nights over the years, imagining the pink of her nipples or the dark hair between her legs. He’d wondered what she would let him do when they were married. If she’d let him see everything or she’d be too shy.

She wasn’t shy now. She stood naked before him as he tested the weight of her ass and sucked harder at that perfect pink nipple. God, the smell of her skin filled every dark place inside him and urged him to pull harder at the peak of her breast. She liked it. She actually fucking liked it as he worked her with his tongue.

Her fingers dug into his scalp and the soft sounds she made wrapped around him, leaving him dizzy.

Had she liked it this much with other men? The idea tormented him and got swept along in the blood that rushed to his cock. He nudged his knee hard against her thigh, forcing her legs apart. If she wanted to be fucked so much, he’d fuck her, damn it.

He slid one hand down her ass, his heart tripping over itself because he was about to touch her pussy. Her bare pussy, open to him. His fingers found the soft heat of her, and her groan snapped into a gasp as she jumped against him.

Caleb frowned. He’d expected to find wetness. He’d heard enough men brag about getting their women so damn wet that they’d nearly slid right off the bed. And Caleb didn’t have much experience with whores, but he distinctly remembered the searing pleasure of wet heat around his cock.

He hated that he even cared. His spit was wet enough. He could spit into his hand and grease his cock and fuck her as hard and long as he wanted. His cock throbbed at the idea. Yes. That would be enough.

“Lie down,” he said.

Jessica nodded, her hand going to cover her breasts as she stepped back, as if he hadn’t been sucking them a second before.

She skirted around him to the foot of the bed, the perfect paleness of her round ass catching his eye. Fuck, she was lovely. The loveliest whore he’d ever glimpsed.

His cock strained at his trousers. Caleb stood and unbuttoned his fly as Jessica slipped onto the bed and lay on her back. Legs together, she eyed him warily as he took his freed cock in hand.

He couldn’t help his groan as he stroked his prick, squeezing it hard to offset the ache. Jessica’s eyes widened as she watched him, and something fierce and ugly in him felt satisfied at that. Yes, he wanted to say, look at my cock. Know that it’s about to fuck you. He ground his teeth to hold back the words, though he didn’t know why he bothered. He’d paid for the right to say anything he wanted.

Easing her legs apart with one knee, he put his weight to the mattress and knelt over her, straddling her white thigh. He realized he hadn’t removed his trousers, and he didn’t care enough to stop. He kept stroking himself, and she kept her eyes on him. He could come like this, he realized. Paint her with his seed while she watched. The idea of it slammed through him, that he could do something so degrading with this woman he’d once loved.

But not this time. This time he wanted inside her.

He spit into his hand and stroked his cock again. Her breathing quickened, small breasts rising and falling faster now.

Just to be sure, he licked his fingers and spread his saliva over her too. Her hips bucked against him. He slowed his movement and rubbed his spit more thoroughly into her pussy.

Jessica gasped, and her thighs parted a fraction of an inch more. He could see the pink of her now, a glimpse of it between her dark red curls, and he found himself fascinated by the sight. He dragged his fingers along her, startling a little when she moaned. He touched that spot again, and Jessica whimpered, her hand twisting into the bedding. Her knees fell open.

Now she was wet of her own accord. He could see the deep pink lips of her spread pussy and the shine of moisture there. Dipping his fingers into her, he closed his eyes at the shock of heat. He stroked her there, over and over, returning to the spot that made her gasp every time. “You like this,” he whispered in surprise.

The knowledge was a hot sword through his chest. He’d been afraid to touch her for so many years, but this was what she was.

He pushed her thighs wide with a curse and notched his cock against her hot, wet pussy. He sank deep, driving into her in one thrust that shoved a cry from her throat.

She squeezed her eyes shut as he drove in again. “Look at me,” he ordered as her heat seared him. He wanted her to know it was him, not some fancy man from Denver come for a night of sin. “Look at me while I fuck you.”

She opened her eyes and looked at him. Caleb had to force himself to slow or he’d come in three strokes. He’d waited a lifetime for this, and though it wasn’t what he’d planned for, it was all he’d get.

Holding himself up on his hands, he pulled almost all the way out before he slowly sank deep again, watching the way her mouth opened on a breath. Her eyes held his gaze, and God, he was lost for a moment. He could imagine that he hadn’t paid for this. That it was good and right. Her blue eyes shimmered in the lamplight, and it might have been love that made them sparkle. Maybe her pretty pink nipples were hard because he’d worshiped them as her husband. Maybe she’d never spread her legs for another man.

He held himself deep inside and lowered his chest until his body was pressed to hers, and then he kissed her. Amazingly, he remembered the taste of her. The tormenting, singular taste of her as her lips softened beneath his. He licked at her, and her mouth opened for him. Caleb groaned as he touched his tongue to hers.

God, yes. It felt just like the first time they’d kissed, only now he was inside her, his cock buried in her pussy, her heat squeezing him.

Jessica’s arms wound around his back, and oh, God above, that was sweet. Her nails dug into him as he took her mouth and pussy and made them his. He kissed her more thoroughly, fucked her more slowly, wanting it to last forever. It was beautiful. Right. They could’ve had this every night if she’d only waited. They could’ve had this.

Anger blossomed inside him. Caleb tore his mouth away and pushed up on his hands. Her nails scratched him as he pulled back, the pain making him buck against her and thrust deep. He did it again and again, fucking her hard enough to make her cry out with each thrust. Fucking her in a way he never would have dared, except she hadn’t waited. Not for him. The sound of skin against skin satisfied his rage.

“Fuck,” he muttered as the awful pleasure swelled his cock and drew his balls tight. “Fuck yes. Yes.”

He came hard, feeling the pulse of it as he emptied his seed into her. “Yes,” he growled one last time, still fucking her, hoping she could feel the way he filled her up.