Heartless Hero (Crowne Point 1)
All I’ve ever wanted was to make Abigail feel safe, special. To give her a taste of what she gave me.
I captured her lips, and say against them, voice hoarse, “No one has seen this.”
Don’t hide from me, I nearly say. With me, you’re perfect. With me, you’re always enough.
But something stops me. Feathers floated around us, the discarded reminder that not everything is perfect.
Our eyes connected and I gripped her ass with both hands, hiking her up my body, slamming her lips against mine. It was faster, more furious. Even though she was still in panties, she was so wet, getting all over my fucking cock, drenching my gray underwear black. I slid my hands up her thighs, stretching her panties, spreading the cotton between her pussy lips and rubbing it against her clit until she broke from our kiss on a groan that went straight to my dick.
“Fuck, Abs,” I said, dragging her bottom lip out with my teeth. “Get out of these goddamn panties.”
I sucked on her neck, watching as she shimmied out of them. Each movement rubbed against my dick. I wonder if I’ve been dropped into a dream as Abigail slowly revealed her round, peachy ass. When her pussy spread on my thigh as she kicked off the last of her polka dot panties, I’m sure of it.
Abigail fucking Crowne, spread, naked, and all mine. I didn’t give her a second to breathe, crushing her back against me. I slid my finger into her pussy from behind, priming her for my dick.
She gasped at the fullness, before biting down on my neck. Hard.
I groaned.
Fuck.
I want her marks all over me.
I teased another finger near her entrance, smearing her wetness all over my finger, all over her. She pushed back on me with a whimper that made my dick punch at the seams of my gray boxer-briefs.
“You want that, sweet girl?” I punctuated my question by barely thrusting inside her heat. “You want more of me?”
She nodded, nails digging into my shoulder.
In my wildest dreams, I never imagined it would be like this. Abigail was so tight and wet, dripping down my hand. She made sweet, stuttering gasps and quiet moans.
Never imagined how goddamn hard I’d get.
“I’ve almost memorized everything about you,” I said casually, sliding a second finger inside her. The quiet moan that dripped from her lips was pure goddamn heroin. I slid out, only to push a third finger in. When her mouth opened around a wide O and she struggled to form any sound, I knew right then I’d spend the rest of the night chasing that high.
“Soon I’ll know it all. I’ll know every goddamn way to get you to make these sounds. Only me.”
“Only you,” she breathed, sounding disoriented.
I paused at her words only for a second. Then I slid out, gripping Abigail’s chin with fingers still wet from her, eyes locked.
“Take my underwear off,” I rasped.
Abigail didn’t need to be told twice, pushing my underwear off with shaky hands. When my cock sprang out hard on my stomach, she gaped. She eyed my hard cock, lips parted, tongue slightly out.
Abigail sat back on her heels, thighs spread around my hips, and I could see everything—every glistening fold, every bead of sweat lining her golden abdomen.
“One more out, Abs,” I said. “Once I get you back down here… no promises.”
Still, I was no saint. I palmed my cock, encouraging that dark look in her eyes. Abigail took her lower lip between her teeth.
Fuck.
I’ll never be able to look at that lower lip the same way again. I’ll start encouraging all her bad decisions.
In answer, her fingers slid along my cock, whisper light. I threw my head back on a groan and she threw me a mischievous smile.
“Playing around, Reject?” I grabbed her wrist, dragging her back to my chest, spreading her pussy against my cock. Our groans wove into one wicked melody.