Page 93 of Heart Breaker

He slides his hand between my thighs, pushing the fabric to the side and fucking me with his fingers. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.”

I gasp, threading my fingers through his hair. He doesn’t give me a moment to catch my breath as he keeps going, entering me with long, even strokes.

His mouth moves to my breast, filling his mouth with my nipple, and he sucks. “Wes,” I sigh. “Your mouth feels so good.”

He smiles, untying the strings of my bikini top then working on my bottoms. Once I’m naked for him, he cups both of my breasts in his big hands and takes turns sucking each one into his mouth. A shudder runs through me. Wes Winters has me turned on to levels I’ve never felt before and I don’t quite understand. He has so much power over me, he has no idea.

I close my eyes, savoring the quiet intimacy between us. And when he’s had his fill of my breasts, I sink a little deeper into the water, letting the heat chase away the chill every time the breeze rolls through.

“I need to be inside my wife,” he says, before we work together to slide his swim trunks down his legs.

Wes grips me by my waist and pulls me onto his lap, his cock trapped between us as I straddle his thighs. From behind me, he slides two fingers between my folds then pushes them all the way in until they’re knuckle deep.

With every stroke, he takes me closer to the edge

“Are you ready for my cock, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” I pant, trying to hold on to the edge of the tub as I rock against him. He lets out a string of curses against my mouth, and I manage a smile in between breaths. “Don’t make me wait. I need you now.”

He slips his fingers out of me and grabs me by my hips to line me up with his cock. “I love it when you tell me what you want,” he praises. “My good fucking girl.” He notches the crown of his beautiful cock between my folds. “That’s it, Lottie. Ride my cock.”

Oh fuck. Yes, yes. I am your good fucking girl.

With one smooth thrust, Wes slides deep inside me until his balls meet my ass. His eyes are trained on me, watching me intently as I groan his name and nod my head in approval. My toes begin to tingle, and my legs begin to shake as he works up a rhythm chasing both of our releases.

“Oh God,” I cry as he slowly pulls out then snaps his hips back in, buried so deep that it takes my breath away. “Again. Oh, fuck. I love how that feels.”

Wes lifts me by my ass cheeks and quickly lowers me back down and suddenly I could care less that we’re outside on the balcony where anyone could see us—as long as he makes me come.

“My beautiful, demanding girl,” he says, fucking me with a relentless force. “You were made to take me. You were made for my cock. You’re so wet, you make it so easy to slide inside your perfect body.”

I moan, raking my fingers through his hair, tipping his head up so I can claim his mouth. He kisses me back and every nerve ending in my body sparks to life. I whimper, closing my eyes, my breath coming harder and faster.

“That’s it, baby. Feel how good we fit together.” He pushes inside of me, making me whimper and writhe at the feel of his perfect shaft. I can’t help it when I grind my clit against his pelvis, legs trembling at how good it feels to be stretched and full all at once.

I squeeze my eyes shut, gasping when he picks up his pace, driving into me harder, giving me the friction I’m so desperately chasing. I don’t understand how Wes can bring me to climax so quickly. The only explanation is he knows me.

“Give me your first one, Peach. Let me feel you soak my cock.”

“Wes,” I breath, and then I’m coming. I give in to every thrust, every hard inch pulsing inside of me, and the crash of my orgasm that makes me feel like I’m floating. I come apart, the waves lasting longer than I’ve ever felt, as I hold on tight to his shoulders and whimper into the side of his face.

When the last of my climax pulses through me, I’m boneless and weightless, going still on his lap. Being with Wes is better than anything else I’ve ever experienced. It’s everything.

I tell myself not to think past this moment, not to wonder what happens next. But my heart has never been good at following orders. I think I might love Wes Winters. I think he might actually have my heart forever.

I bite my bottom lip as his hand runs down the slope of my neck to my breast, palming the flesh. Then I maneuver myself off his lap so I can sit on his lap backward.

He groans his approval as he pulls my ass back onto his lap, teasing his cock between my ass cheeks. “Dammit, Peach. I’m going to take you here one day too,” he growls before he decides he’s had enough of the teasing and lines himself up with my opening. I sink down on his length, and he groans at the feeling before I take control and bounce on his lap.

“That’s it,” he coaches as I lift and lower again. “Up and down for me. Ride my cock, baby.”

He reaches around me and finds my clit, circling the bundle of nerves in quick circles. “You’re going to give me number two,” he breathes from behind me.

“I don’t think I can.”

“I know you can. You have another one in you.”

I ride him, picking up the pace. His moans getting louder and louder.