The Man Who Has No Heart - Victoria Quinn Page 0,58

in this completely…mind, body, and soul.

I moaned as my body grew wetter, as the emotional connection between our hearts built into a crescendo. I didn’t need much to get off, not when I was already so emotionally invested in this man, so I clawed him harder as I came, squeezing his dick hard as I moaned in his face, coming for him because it didn’t just feel good…but felt right. I was in a euphoric state, having the man I’d wanted with every fiber of my being, finding the peace my soul had been seeking for so long. I didn’t know what the future held, but I knew he was the man who would be by my side.

Because I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else besides him.

I held on to him as I finished, seeing those intense eyes piercing into mine. I wasn’t embarrassed by how quickly I came, because it’d been months of foreplay, of deep conversations, emotional connections, or hugs that made my entire body shake. He aroused me without touching me, made me writhe without giving me a single kiss. I’d admired him every single day, thought the world of him, adored him…became obsessed with him. But now, I didn’t have to hide my feelings. I could be honest, wear my heart on my sleeve, be with the man who made me want to live forever…so I could always be with him.

His thrusts didn’t speed up once I was finished. They stayed the same, slow and deep. His entire body tightened, and his expression turned hard as he followed me over the edge. He rocked into me all the way through the climax, filling me with his seed, squirting it at my entrance and then deep inside as he kept going. He moaned from deep in his throat, a sexy red tint coming into his face and shoulders. “Cleo…” When he finished, he stopped thrusting, his body sticky with sweat, his dick covered in his come as well as mine.

We barely moved, but that was enough to make us come, to get us off like it was the best sex of our lives. But he was still hard inside me, like he hadn’t come at all. I loved his fullness, the way his hard dick forced my body to remain stretched.

He started to move again, as if he was so aroused that an orgasm couldn’t quench his desire.

My hand went to his ass and squeezed it the way he squeezed mine. “Yes…” My hand cupped his cheek, and I pulled him into me, kissing him while I felt him shove his big dick deep inside me over and over. “Don’t stop…”

Seventeen

Deacon

Her alarm pierced the silence at seven thirty.

I didn’t open my eyes, but I was instantly awake, instantly aware of her lumpy mattress and the coarse sheets against my skin. When I had a hookup, I always brought them to my place because I was comfortable in my own home. But with Cleo, I wanted her wherever I could have her, even if that meant in the back seat of a car, in an alleyway next to a dumpster, or a bed with a burrito wrapper that my foot got stuck in while I slept.

“Ugh.” Cleo reached for her phone on the nightstand and fidgeted with it until the obnoxious noise stopped.

I was usually up at five so I could complete my workout before starting my day, but I hadn’t done that for the past week, unable to find the motivation to hit the treadmill and weights. So the sound was even more annoying because, without working out, I wouldn’t wake up for another thirty minutes.

Cleo returned to the bed, moaning because she didn’t want to get up.

I rolled nearer to her, my arm hooking around her waist and pulling her closer to me. My face rested against hers, and I kept my eyes closed, ready to go back to sleep as if the interruption never happened.

Her fingers moved into my hair, and she played with the strands. “I wish I didn’t have to get up…”

I opened my eyes and looked at her, seeing the runny makeup, the wet eyes, the fatigue in her gaze. “Then don’t.”

“I have a meeting.”

I could blow off work if I really wanted to, but she didn’t have that luxury. My fingers gently grazed her skin, noticing how soft she was, how much my hands wanted to keep touching her.

“I’m sorry.” She sighed as she looked at me, like she meant it