Hart of the Matter (A Love of the Game Novella) by Shayne McClendon Page A

harder, forcing her body to follow.  “Play with your nipples, Bailey.  Get them ready for me to suck.  Yes, fuck yes.”  He watched her hands move over her breasts as his thumb circled faster over her clit and he felt the tightening of her womb under his palm. 
    “You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved.  The only woman I’ve ever said the words to.  I love you so much, Bailey.”
    “Hart, I’ll take whatever you can give me.  You don’t have to love me.”
    “You’ll take everything I can give you because I love you.  Right now, I’m giving you my body.  Feel me inside you, Bailey.  My bare cock fucking you so hard I can’t stand not to come.  Come for me and tell me you love me, Bailey.  Tell me.  I need to hear it.” 
    Slamming into her body and pressing his thumb into her clit, her ability to hold off her climax was snatched from her hands.  Hart watched as her fingers pinched her nipples and felt the walls of her pussy clamp around the only cock she would ever have inside her. 
    “I love you…I’m coming.  Come with me, Hart.” 
    Her body spasmed hard and he couldn’t deny the release that throbbed in his balls.  Rocking forward, he pressed himself as close to her as he could get.  The come pumped forcefully from the head, adding to her slickness, and he thought again about getting her pregnant with his child. 
    He shook and shuddered as he came harder than ever before.  As if half of who he was entered her through his dick while she gave him the parts of herself that had always belonged to him. 
    “My Bailey.  The sweetest, hottest pussy and it’s mine.  Along with this beautiful heart, your wicked tongue, your brilliant mind.  All of you…finally, fucking finally , you’re mine.”
    She loved him and he was going to spend the rest of his life showing her that she was safe to give him her love.  He pulled her hard to his chest, wrapped his arms around her as the last of his come coated her. 
    “I belong to you, Bailey.  Everything I am, everything I have, is yours.”
    She held him tight, sobbing against his neck.  “I’ve wanted you, I’ve loved you forever, Hart.”
    “I’m not letting you go.  I can’t now.  I can’t ever let you go.” 
    His huge hands cupped her skull and he kissed her, ate at her mouth until neither of them could breathe.  Still buried deep, softer now, small tremors from her pussy moved over his skin.
    For a long time, he held her and kissed her, unable to stop himself from stroking his hands over every inch of her skin within reach. 
    When they eventually collapsed into an exhausted heap, he pulled the blankets over them and hugged her tight.  The next eight hours of sleep were the best in his entire life.
    * * *
    The next day, they got out of bed long enough to shower and find something to eat.  He applied a soothing lubricant to her pussy to ease the soreness and chafing.  It was something he’d used under his gear more than once. 
    When she said the sensitive skin felt better, he took her back to bed and fucked her into exhaustion again.  As the sun started to set on their first full day together, he asked her the question that he’d been dying to know the answer to as he fed her pieces of diced fruit.
    “How the hell did you hold on to your virginity for so long?”
    She grinned.  “I’m Costa Rican so I tell men I’m a devout Catholic and they totally believe it.  I needed company sometimes when I was lonely but I didn’t want a sexual relationship with anyone but you.  Harley doesn’t know.  She assumed I was having sex and I let her because it was embarrassing after a while.”
    With a little shrug, she added, “I wore this pretty cross my grandmother bought me around men.  When they started pressuring me about sex, I’d take out the rosary she left me, and voila .  I’m a little devious but it worked.”
    “God, you’re evil .  Men have proposed to get you to sleep with them?”
    “Uh huh.