Breaking Through. AM Hartnett

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СКАЧАТЬ pinned him down with her body, rendering him captive in that tight sheath. Simon arced up, fingertips bruising as he rolled his eyes upwards, then sat up with a growl.

      ‘You have no idea what you’re asking,’ he said, wrapping her as close as possible before rolling her over.

      It was such a swift and simple movement but it turned the tables completely: his thighs held hers apart and he barred her movements with his body both inside and out.

      ‘I don’t think your bed can take it,’ he teased, ‘but, fuck it, if I break it in half, I’ll buy you another one.’

      He rose up on his hands and turned into this feral thing leering down upon her, a man changed by the advantage he had taken, and he watched her as he drew back his hips.

      ‘Open up for me, honey.’ The savage rasp of his voice didn’t match the sweet endearment.

      She grasped his shoulders and spread herself further, pushing her feet into the mattress as he had done.

      The war was over. He’d conquered, and now he was going to enjoy his willing spoils.

      He bent low, and Miranda lifted her head to meet the kiss she thought he wanted, but instead he drove back into her. True to his word, Simon tested the limits of her cheap bed by riding her hard and fast, quickly reigniting the fire that had cooled after her climax.

      Holding onto him was futile. Those thunderous, jarring thrusts drove her closer and closer to the edge of the bed. She threw her arms up and clawed at the bedding around her head until she yanked the fitted sheet clean off one corner.

      ‘Fuck … oh, fuck, you’re gorgeous,’ he growled. ‘I could come just watching you like this.’

      His words zipped through her blood as he slowed the pace of his thrusts to lean down and suck her taut nipple into his mouth. The pleasure from being devoured clashed with the need to keep pushing back at him.

      She swung her legs around his hips and pushed down on his ass with her heels, then yelped at the sharp pinch of his teeth as he bit down.

      He jerked up, his expression immediately apologetic, and straightened up onto his knees. Miranda was barely able to hold onto the mattress as he dragged her forward. He collected her legs from behind him, spread her open and planted his hands on her knees as he resumed his pace.

      ‘It’s OK,’ she assured him, noticing how rattled he looked. ‘I’m tough. A little nibble won’t hurt me.’

      He seemed to want to say something more, but instead he returned her grin and pushed her legs further apart.

      As he picked up the pace, his gaze moved down her body and that hungry expression returned. He slid his hand down the ticklish plane of her inner thigh and gave her clit a wiggle with his thumb, then retreated with a laugh as Miranda protested she was too sensitive.

      ‘That’s all right. I’ll get my hands on your vibrator soon enough,’ he teased. He grunted as he gripped her knees, pushing and pulling her body in sync with the perfect cadence of his hips.

      As he pumped her, his features took on what could only be described as a scheming expression. He was up to something, rocking his hips back and forth with almost mechanical precision, and with the tremor that skittered along her pussy and sent hot sparks racing through her abdomen he gave her a wicked grin.

      He laughed, low and sinful. ‘I think I’m going to have you soaking the bed. I might not get invited back.’

      ‘It …’ she started, but couldn’t finish her thought. To tell him that it would never happen, that she’d never had an orgasm that way even when she’d tried with her vibrator, made her feel shy and inexperienced, and she wasn’t ready to give up her equal footing with him.

      Though, as his thrusts became more forceful and the friction against her inner wall grew, Miranda’s body told her that she wouldn’t feel as inexperienced once he was done with her. Every time he went deep, every time he pulled almost all the way, that pulse building within her intensified.

      ‘Let me feel it,’ he went on coaxing, and stretched along her body until his mouth was close to hers. ‘Give it up for me, honey. Come on my cock.’

      He skimmed his tongue across her bottom lip. Miranda surged up to meet him and he pushed her back down. He bruised her lips with his as he fucked in and out of her mouth, tongue matching cock in his total domination of her body.

      Her grip on the bedding no longer sufficed. She longed to leave her mark on him, so she ran her hands over his ass and fell in love with the flexing muscle beneath her palms as he pumped her faster. She tried to push words out, some dirty phrase to spur him on, but every attempt caught at the back of her throat in a gurgle, and so she dug her nails into him.

      Once more he jolted up with a hiss, but there was no apologetic look this time. He roughly turned her over.

      She gasped as he mounted her from behind, and had to hold onto the edge of the mattress as he rode her. His strokes were still precise, but the angle of his cock turned her volcanic as the fat head bumped over that sweet spot, over and over.

      Best of all was his firm grip on her hips, dragging her back and forth over his dick, and the hot slap of his belly against her ass and his balls against her humming clit. She was still so sensitive that the constant tap-tap-tap drew her clit from its shelter. If he kept it up, he’d make her come again this way.

      ‘That tongue’s not so sharp with a hot cock pounding you,’ he said as the hard ball in her throat shattered and the moans poured out. ‘I figured as much. You’ve got that look you had while I was getting you off in the car. I’ll bet you pick fights just for the fucking afterward.’

      She couldn’t help but laugh through the fever. He was right. He was absolutely right, and she loved that he got her, and couldn’t wait to give him another chance to push her buttons.

      The pace of his thrusts slowed. Miranda whimpered at the prospect of having to endure a bit of teasing when all she wanted to do was come, then her whole body rocked as he made a ponytail of her hair in his fist. With his tug, her spine curved and her ass rose.

      ‘Get my dick as wet as you got my fingers,’ he said as her thoughts went to hell.

      There was only the intense pressure deep in her pussy, a static ball of pleasure and energy that just grew and grew as he kept driving into her until she went off. Somewhere in the fallout she heard him swear violently, but she couldn’t think beyond her climax.

      There was the same ecstasy flooding her veins, but she felt it pouring out of her and leaving her slick as Simon rode her harder than ever. With it came the ecstatic surprise that he had done with his cock what she’d been unable to do even with a vibrator.

      Fingers pushed into flesh at her hip and he tugged her head back, bringing pain in a universe of pleasure. He thrust hard one last time and his cock surged inside the hot nether mouth that sucked him.

      Then he let her go. Miranda went down and he went with her, buried deep where they both still pulsed. Thick arms wrapped around her, holding her like a lifesaver and anchoring her.

      ‘Oh, hell,’ he gasped, and as Miranda melted into the mattress he buried his face between her shoulder blades.

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