Breaking Through. AM Hartnett

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СКАЧАТЬ was a tactic she knew worked. She had learned it from Des during their brief foray into the bar scene. That innocent look and nibble had earned her free drinks every time.

      Simon saw right through it. Laughter exploded from him and he held tight. ‘That doesn’t work on a pro bullshitter like me.’

      ‘Sure it does.’ She hung her head, letting the waves of hair fall over her chest as she ran her hands across his hairy forearms. ‘I know what you were thinking in that car. You were thinking how much you just want to bury your cock in my pussy, and you knew how bad I wanted it. You know how bad I still want it. Do it.’

      She dug her nails in and leaned forward. She could see his resolve breaking down. That hungry look was back, becoming more ravenous with each passing moment, and his thrusts went deeper.

      ‘Make me go crazy,’ she went on, and he allowed her to lean further forward. Holding his gaze, she moaned as she rolled her hips, fucking only the tip of his cock, then looked down upon him. ‘Drive me out of my fucking mind.’

      ‘You’re a tricky girl,’ he murmured, and his grip loosened and moved to her ass as she sank down.

      She moaned again. This time it wasn’t for show. Every inch spread her open, and as she took almost all of him he squeezed down, spreading her open as he pushed up the rest of the way.

      He crushed his head back into the pillow as she rose, then let out a groan as she began to rock in search of that magnificent friction his fingers had found so easily earlier.

      ‘You’re so fucking sexy,’ he muttered, baring his teeth at her. ‘You were wrong. I was bullshitting you. That first look you gave me tonight when I asked if you wanted a ride, I wanted this.’

      ‘What happened to your chivalry?’ she asked as she ran her hands along his arms and clasped his wrists.

      ‘Like I said, my chivalry only lasts until I get what I want.’

      He pushed up, and Miranda used her grip on him to build that charge with him. For a few frustrating moments he filled her with steady strokes. She wanted more. She wanted the sharp sting that could only come from the urgent thrust of his hips. She wanted go to crazy, but she wanted him to go with her.

      ‘You like that, though, don’t you?’ he asked suddenly, and resumed his controlled hold on her. ‘It’s written all over your face. You like that now that we’re here, you get to show off how much you love being fucked.’

      ‘You won’t let me show off.’ She emphasised her point by trying to buck the authority he held over her body, but her efforts only seemed to amuse him. ‘You’re just a brat.’

      He laughed as he pumped into her. ‘And you like that, too, don’t you?’

      ‘I do,’ she confessed giddily as he allowed her to bounce in time with him.

      The temptation to just keep bantering with him remained on her tongue, but as he finally handed the reins over to her she found it hard to do anything but expel the pressure in quick moans that escalated as he shook one hand free of her grip and toyed with her clit.

      Miranda held on and pushed up. She felt the strain in her arms and legs, but she didn’t care, not when her pleasure was intensified. It shook her whole body, and before she was able to escape the sudden swell, the bed rocked as the scoundrel beneath her surged up and drove hard and fast.

      As soon as she got a feeble hold of her wits, the bed became a battleground. Looking down her body at him, she saw the war in his eyes.

      She was his conquest and she knew she didn’t stand a chance, but she loved a good fight.

      The harder he pushed up, the harder she pushed back, and as the frenzy built up and the sounds of pleasure exploded all around them, she became less confident about the bedroom at the end of the hall being isolated enough.

      Still, she didn’t stop. He’d wanted her crazy, and in the hot rush of blood she gave in to the insanity.

      Leaving one hand upon him to keep her balance, Miranda joined her fingers with his around her clit and pushed down.

      She showed her weakness, her mounting pleasure, and Simon quickly exploited it with his greatest weapon: the aggravating swagger of his words.

      ‘There she is,’ he taunted her, his words shaking as they slammed together. ‘There’s that sexy pout you were trying to use on me. I’m putting that there now, aren’t I? How am I doing it? Talk to me, wildcat.’

      As much as she longed to rage against him, she hung her head back and gave him what he wanted. ‘Oh, sweet Jesus, your cock feels so good.’

      ‘I’ll bet it does,’ he went on, leaving her to rub her clit while he reached behind and took two handfuls of her ass. ‘I’ll bet this feels good too, doesn’t it?’

      Her fingers worked the slippery flesh around her clit, unleashing a storm in her body that rumbled and raged. He kept talking, cooing at her in an almost mocking tone that robbed her of what self-control she had left. He thrust up one last time, unseating her completely, and Miranda was set ablaze.

      Without the hand that moved from her ass to the small of her back, she would have crumbled. Ragdoll-like, she dug her nails into his wrists and relied on his strength to keep her from disappearing completely into the ecstatic void.

      She deflated, then shuddered through the aftershocks of her orgasm. ‘Oh, you are very bad.’

      Without a word in reply, he slipped his fingers down to where their bodies joined. Eyes closed, Miranda’s whole body lit up with the pleasure that spread through every molecule.

      ‘A very, very bad man,’ she sang, then looked down on him. ‘Still hard, too. You didn’t come?’

      ‘Not my time. I told you, I wanted to watch you go crazy.’ He left her impaled upon his cock and slid his sticky fingers along her ribs. ‘I could have watched that all night. You’re quite the porn star.’

      She could have listened to him talk all night, but her body was coming back to life, keenly aware of just how hard and big he was, and how he’d effortlessly gotten her off twice while he still simmered with that glorious flush on his cheeks.

      Leaning forward, she ran her hands across the expanse of his chest as he toyed with her, tugging and pinching, his war still raging.

      ‘I’m feeling chivalrous,’ she told him. ‘What can I do to repay you for all the good you’ve done for me tonight?’

      Try as she might, she couldn’t restrain a smile, and Simon sniggered as she stroked her thumbnail across his nipple until it rose.

      ‘Whatever you want.’

      She pushed forward. Simon splayed his hands across her breasts and barred her from dominating him like she planned, but she still had one hell of a thing in her arsenal: she still had him buried inside.

      She shunted her hips back and forth, riding just the first few inches, and celebrated the pleasure that wiped his smirk clean away.

      ‘What I want is you on top,’ she whispered, mesmerised by the fight in his body and how it was reflected СКАЧАТЬ