Page 31 of The Heart Breaker

“Hate me all you want,” I manage through a shaky breath, watching her mascara run as tears blur her eyes while she chokes on me. “Your mouth clearly loves my cock.”

She pulls back just far enough to breathe, spit glistening on her chin, her hand still wrapped around the base of my cock as she strokes me.

“You talk a lot,” she rasps, her voice wrecked.

“Then use that mouth and shut me up.”

I slide back inside her hot mouth again, the wet sounds obscene as I start fucking her throat.

“Look at you,” I groan. “Bet your ex never had you gagging like this.”

“Fuck you,” she hums with her mouth full of my cock, the vibration from her words shooting straight up my spine.

I thrust again, deeper this time, until she gags, but she doesn’t stop. If anything, she doubles down. Her lips seal tighter as she sucks me deeper, harder.

Her hand slides lower, her fingers cupping my balls, squeezing just enough to make my hips jerk.

“Ah—fuck.”

I’m gonna come.

Fuck, not yet.

I yank her off me and her lips pop free with a wet sound that echoes through the room.

She coughs, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes—glassy, smeared, furious—snap up to mine.

“Did those hurt?” she asks, breathless.

My thumb brushes over the two metal balls of my frenum piercing, still slick from her mouth.

“Like a bitch,” I say, rolling my hips forward just enough to nudge her bottom lip with the head of my cock. “Feels so fucking good now, though.”

Before she can fire back, I grip her waist and haul her up off the floor.

God, I just want to be done with her.

Want this shit over with so I can finally forget her.

But right now I’m memorizing every single second.

I crawl up her body, pushing her knees apart until she’s spread open for me. Her skin’s warm under my palms, and when I bite the inside of her thigh, she jolts slightly.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties, dragging the lace down her thighs. But I’m an impatient bastard, and when I can’t take it anymore, I rip them clean off her.

I drag the torn lace down her calves and toss it aside, and when I finally spread her open?—

“Christ,” I grunt.

She’s glistening.

Dripping.

And it’s all for me.

A groan breaks out of my chest, and the second I get my hands under her thighs and shove them wide, I lower my head and bury my tongue in her pussy.

She jerks up off the bed with a sharp cry. “Cole?—!”