Page 93 of Hart Street Lane


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I’d been like an excited teenager with My last night. Like, I thought I might burst out of my skin I was so eager.

Callan had made comments about sex being better when you loved the woman you were with, but I’d cracked a shitty joke and he’d shut up.

But he was right.

It was a hundred million times better.

I’d never come so hard as I did last night.

I was addicted to it.

I was addicted to her.

Maia made another mewing sound, her fingers curling into the pillow as she grew wetter against my fingers. Finally, I pushed them inside her slowly and her eyes flew open. I watched her lashes flutter. Then she glanced over her shoulder, gaze still sleepy, but widening when she saw me.

Her lips parted on a gasp as I continued to finger-fuck her. “Bear.” She licked her lips, moaning as she pressed her body toward me.

My chest heaved, my breathing quickening at just the thought of sliding inside her. “I want you again. Are you … are you too sore?”

She dipped her chin, biting her lower lip as she stared at me through sexy hooded eyes. “I’m a little sore.”

I immediately stopped pumping my fingers. “Shit?—”

“But it feels good.” She moved to turn, but I stopped her when she was still on her side.

“Like this.” I slid into position behind her so I was spooning her. I rested my right arm along the pillow above her while I caressed her breasts with my other. Her nipples were pebbled and tight. My cock throbbed. Sliding my hand down her satiny stomach, I instructed gruffly, “Bend your knees a wee bit.”

Her breath stuttered. “O-okay.”

I guided my cock to her pussy and pushed in.

Maia gasped, arching her back as I gripped her hip to thrust all the way in. Her tight, wet heat clamped around me, and I gritted my teeth against the urge to shove her onto her stomach and fuck her like a possessive beast. That was new. Who the fuck was that guy?

“You okay?” she gasped out.

I realized I’d frozen.

Nuzzling her neck, I nodded, rocked against her, gently easing out and then pushing back in.

Maia made a humming, groaning noise, her cheeks flushed, lashes fluttering wildly. “Uh!” She pressed her cheek into the pillow. “Bear!”

Excitement thrummed through me at her reaction. Every time I pressed back in, she cried louder.

Was I hitting her G-spot?

Fuck me.

I rocked a bit faster, clenching my jaw against my own need to come.

Maia first.

Her cries of pleasure grew higher and louder, her eyes slammed shut as her lower body undulated against my rocks with increasing friction.

Then she let out a hoarse half scream as her body tensed and shattered around me. Her inner muscles clamped down around my cock, throbbing and pulsing with a fierceness that took my breath away as she drenched me. My thrusts now made a wet sound as I moved against her.

“Fuck!” My mind turned hazy with pure, unadulterated lust, and Maia let out a gasp as I released her but only to manhandle her onto her hands and knees.

“Bear!” Her arms shook as she looked over her shoulder at me, eyes still glazed from her climax.