Pierced Hearts (Southern Charmers 1)

I pull her nipple through my lips, adjusting to watch her. She’s so fucking hot, her neck arched, her mouth open, the sheen in her eyes as she writhes against me. This was supposed to be a starter, a little tease before I licked her pussy until she screamed my name. But fuck if I’m not going to make her come on my fingers.

My dick pulses, hard as steel and fully aware this is Darby. I surge farther and strum my fingertips in a rhythm. A slight brush over her clit, and she screams out, twisting into me, convulsing over and over. My cock throbs angrily against my stomach, the hunger inside barely contained. Any willpower or self-restraint I have is being tested. Her clutch on my fingers loosens, and I stroke her lightly as she comes down.

“Kiss me.”

She brings her lips to mine, kissing me slowly, still trembling.

“Swear to God, watching you come for me is still the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Glad you never lost that, baby.”

She tenses, her nails digging into my shoulders as she buries her head in my neck. The air between us takes on a new vibe. She’s retreating, and I can’t let that happen. My hand slides out of her shorts, and I roll, balancing over her. The look on her face sends a chill down my spine. “What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t lose it. It’s all yours, always has been.”

The meaning behind her words slams into my chest. She said those exact words the night she gave me her virginity and so many times after. Always a pledge she belonged to me and only me.

“Never?” The question comes out sharp and clipped.

“Never, no one else. I couldn’t do it.”

A thousand questions flood my mind, but the answer is right in front of me. It’s Darby. She never moved on. She held on to us and what we had for all those years.

My Darby…

Guilt and shame slash through my system. She picks up on it, cupping my chin and tracing a finger over my lips. My heart thunders in my chest. The possessive brute that disappeared long ago stirs and scorches through my veins.

“Always mine,” I growl, barely able to control my voice.

“Yours,” she confirms.

That’s all it takes for my restraint to snap. I slam my mouth over hers, hauling us up. Both of us tear at clothes until we’re naked and she’s lying below me. Her eyes roam over my body, her hand darting out to grip my cock. The touch sends a jolt through me, and I’m ready to blow. Her pussy taunts me, my mouth-watering, but there’s no time. I can’t wait. Knowing I’m the only man to worship her body has me strung tight.

My hand covers hers, stroking twice before prying her fingers away, and I kneel between her thighs and hover over her. She reaches up, framing my face and bringing my lips a breath from hers. I glide through her slickness, pressing in slowly. Her eyes stay locked with mine, the copper glow burning deep in my soul. Inch by inch, she accepts me, stretching around my length as I sink deeper and deeper until she’s taken me all in.

Darby is the only woman I’ve ever had flesh on flesh, and the sensation of her heat mixed with my need threatens my control. She tilts, angling her hips, silently telling me she’s okay. Twelve years and no man has ever been inside her, pleasuring her, bringing her to the brink. Sparks sear my nerves, and my primal obsession comes alive.

There is no doubt in my mind; I’m not letting her go again.

I thrust in and out of her, slowly at first, picking up pace when her wisps of breath coat my lips. My cock swells thicker, my balls growing heavy with each stroke. Her knees drop, her ankles linking around my waist, and she heaves up.

“Stop holding back.”

“Let me do this my way.” I see the defiance forming in her gaze. Wild and insatiable, my Darby reappears. A throaty growl rumbles deep in my chest as she pounds into me from below.

“More,” she commands, scraping her nails across my jaw and wrapping her arms around my neck.

I drive faster, harder, sweat dripping down my back as her groans ring in my ears. She screams my name when I hit the magic spot that always sends her over the edge. She breaks eye contact, pressing her neck deep into the mattress and arching into me. I lose sight of her face and the pleasure building.

“Look at me,” I demand, cupping the back of her head and bringing her back into focus. “I need to see you. Every time I’m in you, I need to see you.”

She understands immediately, licking her lips and squeezing her thighs. Her walls close in, grasping my cock until I can’t hold back. I pound harder, her cries growing louder.