Free Shattered Hart by Ella Fox Page A

driving him wild.
    While we wait for room service, we go through the on demand and choose a movie.  I let him talk me in to Paranormal Activity, knowing it will give me an excuse to cling to him if I get "scared."
    When dessert comes, we dig in with gusto.  I moan when I bite in to the delicious chocolate cake.  "Oh god Damien, it's so good."
    I actually didn't mean that in any kind of a sexual way, so w hen his eyes flare with arousal as he stares at my mouth, for a moment I'm surprised.  Once I realize why he's got that look on his face, I kick it up a notch by licking my lips.
    Getting another forkful of cake, I hold it out for him to take a bite.  His eyes startle up to mine and his throat moves as he swallows.  Leaning forward, he takes his bite of the cake. 
    Smiling at him I say, "Isn't it delicious?"
    He nods his head as he continues chewing.  Knowing that I have his full attention, I bring the fork back up to my mouth and lick it.  "Mm.   You left some behind and I don't want to waste any of this."
    The heat in his eyes as he watches me lick the fork has my panties soaked. 
    Letting out a low growl, he's across the couch to me in seconds, pulling me in to his arms as his mouth covers mine. 
    His tongue, oh god, his tongue.  I shiver and moan as his tong ue connects with mine, the rhyth m of the kiss sometimes fast, sometimes slow.  It’s his turn to moan when I suck his tongue in to my mouth, and I thrill at the sound. 
    Pulling back, he stares at me, eyes completely glazed over with pure lust.  " Baby , you taste better than any fucking cake ever will."
    The flutter in my stomach increases as he pulls me back in to him, kissing me even more passionately.  It's good that we're sitting, because I can feel my legs trembling .
    Fisting my hands in his hair, I kiss him back with abandon.  Pulling back a bit, I suck on his lower lip before biting it. 
    "Oh fuck Brooke.  Fuck!"
    I nod in agreement.  Fuck is right. 
    Fuck me , I hope.
    Lifting me up, he arranges me so that I'm straddling him.  Letting out a breathy groan , I rub up against his rock hard cock through his jeans.  Our kiss goes on and on, his hands holding my waist as he helps me slide back and forth on him.
    Throwing my head back, I shout as I cum.  I don't know how he does it, but he makes me absolutely insane with lust.   I just came harder dry humping him than I have since he had his fingers on me last Sunday.
    When he suddenly starts to stand up with me still on his lap my heart drops.  Dammit, he's going to run again.
    "Wrap your legs around me sweetheart."
    As soon as I comply, he walks straight in to the bedroom.  Laying me gently down on the bed, he covers my body with his, kissing me as he thrusts against my drenched cleft.
    "Damien ! You feel so damn good."
    I thrill when I feel h im start to make his way down, the view of his head kissing his way down my body is a sight to behold.
    Looking up at me, he captures my gaze, holding me hos tage with his beautiful eyes.  Right now they are the dark blue of a storm.
    When he speaks, his voice is gravelly with lust.  "I need to taste you.  Right now."
    I watch in quiet desperation as he pulls my silk boxer shorts and underwear off in one smooth move, tossing the m carelessly over his shoulder. The look on his face as he stares at me is downright intoxicating.  "Oh sweetheart, you're so beautiful."
    Is it possible to cum just from mental stimulation?  Because I’m pretty damn sure that I' m right on the verge of doing just that . When he spreads my thighs, I watch in awe as his face descends down toward my dripping sex.  At the last moment, he looks up at me. 
    " Oh Brooke… you're so perfect that it makes me ache."
    His words, the expression on his face and the feeling of his breath on my sex hit me all at the same time, and I arch my back as I let out a yell.  "Oh god Damien, I'm going to cum again!"
    "Yes, yes you are."
    Just like that, his thumbs spread my lips,