Shattered Hart by Ella Fox Page A

it’s a lifeline, taking a few large sips in the hopes of cooling the fuck down.  The effort is immediately rendered useless when Brooke moans as she takes a bite of her chocolate cake.
    "Oh god Damien, it's so good."
    I don’t think there is one ounce of blood anywhere in my body other than my cock.  Staring at her luscious lips, I imagine her saying that as she pops her mouth off my cock after sucking me, and I damn near cum right then and there.  When she licks her lips, I feel my dick twitch in my pants.
    I’m so out of it that when she holds her fork out to give me a bite, I don’t immediately take it because I’m so busy watching her mouth.  Realizing that I need to take the bite, I lean forward and quickly eat the piece she’s holding out to me. 
    Smiling at me she says , "Isn't it delicious?"
    Is it?  I could be eating sawdust right now and I’m not sure I would notice. I t’s all I can do to nod my head in the affirmative, and even that comes to a stop when I watch her little tongue come out to lick the fork.
    "Mm.   You left some behind and I don't want to waste any of this."
    I’m trying so damn hard to be good, but my brain provides a visual where the fork is my cock and the chocolate is my cum, and it’s all I can do not to throw her to the couch, rip her little silk boxers off,  and thrust in to her. 
    It’s game over, victory Brooke.  I slide across the couch to her and pull her in to my arms.  I no longer care about right or wrong.  I need her so badly that I don’t think I can go another night without having her. 
    Her taste and her scent surround me, drawing me in to her further.  She’s absolute perfection, the embodiment of every fantasy I’ve ever had.  Our kiss is fast, then slow, loving then feral.  I feel as if I’ve just jumped from a plane and then landed in silken comfort. 
    I can only moan when she suck s my tongue into her mouth. How does she do this to me?  
    Pulling back, I stare at her beautifully flushed face .  "Baby, y ou taste better than any fucking cake ever will."
    Fisting my hair in her hands, she throws everything she has in to kissing me.  To say that she’s got skill is a huge understatement.  I hold on for dear life as she suck s on my lower lip before biting it. 
    "Oh fuck Brooke.  Fuck!"
    Any semblance of self-control has left the building.  Lifting her up, I pull her on top of m e and arrange her so that she straddles me.  She’s so hot that I can feel the heat of her through our layers of clothing.  Moaning, she rub s up against my cock, bringing me closer and closer to the edge .  My hands are like steel bars around her waist as I move her against my iron girth, my sole purpose in life to give her as much pleasure as humanly possible. 
    I watch through hooded eyes as she rides me, her breathy cries both a gift and a curse.  Throwing her head back, she cums with a cry.
    My beautiful girl is with me all the way, and I need her so much that I ache with it.  Standing, I pull her in to my arms.  "Wrap your legs around me sweetheart."
    The walk to the bedroom is made so quickly, it’s as though I floated there. I love carrying her, having her so close to me.   Laying her gently down on the bed, I cover her body with mine before I return to kissing her, giving little thrusts against her core.
    "Damien! Oh Damien!  You feel so damn good."
    Do I?  I can’t imagine I feel near as good to her as she does to me.  One mor e hard thrust pulls a small scream from her as she violently spasms under me again. 
    Now I need her to cum on my tongue.  I need to taste her, to draw her in to my body. 
    As I make my way down her body, I pause and look at her.  "I need to taste you.  Right now."
    The nod she gives me is all the go ahead I need.  Grabbing her silk boxers and her underwear, I pull them off and toss them away.
    The first look at her naked sex damn near has me cumming in my pants like a teenage boy.  "Oh sweetheart, you're so