I Love My Healed Heart: 4 Book Box Set/Omnibus (Erotic Romance) Read Free Page A

finger, parts me easily, finds I am still a puddle
of desire.
    I bend my
legs a bit to help him pull off my panties, let them fall around my ankles
where I kick them off impatiently. Take me, dammit, right here, right now.
Stick your beautiful cock deep inside me. Make the whole world disappear
forever.
      This stranger who I’ve never seen before
smiles a naughty smile at me, grabs onto my left thigh, pulls it open and
without the aiding of his hands, curls his hips forward and up, pressing that
amazing cock into me, filling me completely, engulfing the entire length of himself
into my sopping wet pussy. Every cell in my body alights as he fucks me.
Electric pulses hammer throughout my cells, as he drills into me once, twice,
three times and then I stop counting like an idiot. I am in the hands of a true
artist. He pushes deeper and holds it, our skin connected everywhere like we
are one person as he takes my mouth in his and grinds. We kiss as he slowly
temps me to cum with the firm rhythmic thrusts. It’s so good that he knows to
tease and tortures. I know I’ll cum. He pulls out to the point just before the
tip comes out and then he slides it back in until we are hip to hip, chest to
breasts, tongue to tongue. He releases my hands and they fall around his
shoulders. I grip on, weak and tingling, holding onto to his strength as I ride
him.  
    One arm
wraps around me to protect my back from the wall as we rock together, my leg
wrapped around his ass, my body rising and falling on his shaft, our breathing quickening
as he buries his face in my neck, kissing me hard, his cock pounding me harder.
Bam. Bam.
    I feel
the building of my orgasm. We moan together. The burning deep within me begins
to break free. I whimper helplessly in his ear, breaking my own rule of
silence. “Oh. Oh God. I can’t take it, fuck me harder. Please don’t stop. I’m
cumming. Oh my God, keep going. Yes. Yes. I’m cumming. You feel so good!” The
heat explodes between my legs. It’s the wildest combination of insatiable
longing and satisfaction all at once. Deep regions of me contract in pounding
bursts of the most gorgeous release.
    I scream.
Everything I want is here, right now. He holds off as long as he can and then
he pulls out and strokes himself, shooting his juices hot across my stomach. I
massage them in with my hand just for the nasty fuck of it, holding his
unbelievable gaze with my eyes, showing him I get it. I like it. I want it. I
allow him to be who he is in that moment. His eyes close and he collapses
against me.
    “I’m
Mark,” he tells me, quietly.
    “Jessica.”

 
      The Next
Day

 
 
    “You did
what?!” Amber’s jaw is on the table, soaking up the garlic oil that was meant
for our bread. We’re on the charming outdoor patio of a restaurant having
lunch, enjoying the final warm days we’ll have before Fall begins. She
continues, “What are you, crazy or something? I don’t even know who you are
right now.”
    I know
who I am. I do. I’m 5’6” with a pretty okay body leaning toward the average
side over the thin, but I feel pretty good about it. I saw an anorexic girl the
other day and I was like, honey, how do you not see that? I felt bad for her.
If I can’t be grateful for what I have, however imperfect and flawed, then I
can’t be happy. I don’t want to be on the fast track to plastic surgery or an
eating disorder. No, thank you.
    But I
digress. Like I said before, I’ve got red hair (dyed - explaining my lack of
freckles) breasts that are a small C cup (when I’m on my period) and I’m a
little loud. I also love to make fun of people. In a good way, not in the I’m a
bitch sort of way. I don’t like to hurt people
but I do like to laugh… and people can be truly ridiculous, right?
    Like
Amber here. I love her and she is my best friend, one of two of them, but she
hates to look like a pig (metaphorically) and every time we take a picture
together, she has to approve it before I post it