Black Heart (Cursed Hearts #1)(55)

“Let me pull out,” Tristan said and she could tell from his expression that was the last thing that he wanted to do, but he didn’t want to hurt her.

“Tell me,” she pleaded. She needed to hear it, needed to focus on something other than the pain. She assumed using Bob would take away any discomfort of losing her virginity. Boy, had she been wrong.

“I love you, Marty. I always have,” he said confidently. He kissed her then, slowly, passionately, making her body melt beneath his. Still he didn't move.

The burning sensation was almost completely gone now, replaced by pure need, something that her body understood and her mind welcomed like an old friend with open arms. She needed him to move soon or she was going to scream in desperation for the pleasure that she knew was waiting for her. She rolled her hips, forcing him in another inch. He hissed, but didn’t move.

After a long moment, he shook his head and moved to pull out. “No, there’s something wrong. I hurt you. I’m sorry, baby. I’m really sorry.”

“Oh, no you don’t!”

There was no way that she was letting him leave her now. Not when he had her wet and aching.

“Baby-oh, f**k!” he closed his eyes as Marty forced him in the rest of the way by shifting her legs and h*ps up suddenly in a move that had his dick threatening to explode. She watched as he gasped for air. He licked his lips as he looked down at her. His h*ps moved slightly, causing them both to groan.

“I…I……” She couldn’t help smiling up at him. Tristan Black, one of the most feared, respected and arrogant men in town was at a loss for words. No one would ever believe her, not that she planned on sharing this moment with anyone.

“Shh, just move. I feel better,” she said soothingly.

He stubbornly shook his head. “No, I hurt you,” he said, gasping. She could tell that this was killing him. It made her love him even more. Any other man would have probably just reassured her that it was okay and proceeded, but Tristan cared. He really did love her.

“It’s supposed to happen the first time,” she said with a shy smile. She noted seconds later that he’d gone utterly still. Beautiful green eyes stared down at her in shock.

“I’m your first?” he asked in a tone of disbelief.

“Yes! Now move!” she cried out, not caring how desperate she sounded. Thank God he did just that. She didn’t want to have to kill him after all.

He took her lips in another hungry kiss as he pulled back out and thrust back in, driving her crazy. He kept his thrusts even and slow. She could feel his entire body tremble with the effort it took to maintain control. She appreciated the sentiment, but she didn’t want control. She wanted Tristan. She wanted to see him snap and release everything he’d been holding back.

“You feel so good, Tristan,” she practically purred as she teasingly ran her fingers over his back. He groaned long and loud as his thrusts became a bit unsteady. He stared down at her, watching her hungrily as he moved inside of her.

She needed him to lose control and she knew of only one way to do that. She had to taunt him. She cupped the back of his head and pulled him down so she could press a kiss against his neck, earning a sexy growl.

Marty pressed another kiss right beneath his ear and suckled the skin, making him lose a little more control, but not enough.

“I’ve dreamed of you f**king me for years, Tristan,” she whispered into his ear, making him buck hard into her. “I’ve dreamed of sucking your cock, licking you from your balls to the tip and back again. I’ve dreamed of you bending me over and-“

Her words were cut off by a loud roar as he began to pound into her, hard and quick. It took everything she had to hold onto him as her h*ps thrust up to meet his. He took her mouth again in a hungry kiss, thrusting his tongue in her mouth with more control.

She wanted to scream, “Yes!” and probably did by the way he grunted. She felt her body tighten around his as her orgasm built inside her. She became wild beneath him, kissing him and clawing at him, desperate for what waited for her. When her orgasm finally broke, she threw her head back and screamed his name.

Tristan stilled above her. After a sight pause he threw his head back and groaned, long and loud. He squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head forward, panting. “Marty….oh….God….Marty!” He groaned loudly before he took a deep breath and brushed his lips over hers.

She couldn’t help but smile as she weakly said, “That was so good, Tristan.”

He raised himself up to look down at her, looking confused and very sexy. “What do you mean ‘was’? We’re not done yet.”

“What……” Her eyes widened as she felt him move inside of her.

“Nope,” he said with a pleased grin. “Definitely not done.” He swallowed her whimper with his mouth as her took her again.

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An hour after she cried, begged and threatened to kill him, Marty’s head finally hit the pillow. He took her four times. Four times! Every time got better and better, if that was even possible. She didn’t count the blowjobs she gave him to buy herself some sleep. Naturally he felt the need to reciprocate those times in the shower with his mouth and fingers. Now she was sore, spent and pretty sure that she’d used up a lifetime of orgasms with him tonight. She closed her eyes and sighed contently.