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Pieces Of Heaven (Heaven & Hell #2)(19)

By:Natasha Madison


I do it again till I get to her clit and rub it with my cock head. She takes her hands and starts playing with her breasts, squeezing them. I finally bring my cock back to her entrance, placing it inside her. Going in just the tip, her tightness squeezes me. One slow push, just a touch more. 

Finally my head is inside her, coming in and out just till the head is in, slowly moving in her. She starts to become frantic because she is pulling her nipples and then rolling them.

"So fucking perfect, my dirty, dirty girl." I enter her a little more. I hiss through the tightness, my knees digging into the bed.

I look down at us. Looking at her pussy taking my cock, at how we fucking fit. "Look at us," I tell her, thrusting a touch more.

She opens her eyes and looks down at us, watching me go in and out of her.

"Like my cock was made for you," I tell her, and then I push all the way in. I'm balls deep in her and I have to stop moving because her pussy is quivering, pulsing.

She closes her eyes and moans out. Her feet move to my waist, her heels digging into my ass. "Fuck, Mick, move. Fuck. Move." She groans, trying to get me to move.

Sucking my thumb into my mouth, I make a pop sound, having her open her eyes, which are now looking at me. I take my thumb and press down on her clit the same time I come out and slam back in all the way to the end. "Fuck," is the only thing I can say before I thrust in and out again. My balls slap her ass as I try to go as deep as I can.

I close my eyes, taking in the feeling. Her wet pussy making me slide in and out is like touching fucking heaven. I know she is about to come because her heels dig deeper, her pussy starts to pulse, and her moans start to come out.

"I'm going to come," she says while she looks down at us, watches me pound into her, watches me come all the way out then disappear again inside of her.

"Come on my cock, Marissa." My thumb starts to move on her clit in circles. Her hips rise up off the bed. One thrust, two thrusts, fucking three, and she goes off like fucking fireworks. Her moaning drowns out mine. The minute she comes on me, I fucking let go. Her tight hot pussy takes everything that I have to give it. I continue fucking her, riding it out, waiting for her pussy to stop pulsing, waiting for her to let my cock go, but she doesn't. Instead, she sets off on another orgasm.

"I'm coming again. Holy fuck," she hisses out while she raises her hips higher and higher.

I don't move. I make her fuck herself. Make her ride out her wave, and fuck, it's the hottest fucking sight in the world.

When she finally stops moving, I pull out of her, my cock still hard like it didn't just come the hardest that it's ever come in a pussy. "Be right back," I tell her, right before I get to the washroom where I get rid of the condom and clean myself off, bringing back a wet cloth.

She is in the exact position that I left her in, legs spread, pussy open. If I didn't give a shit, I would put another condom on, flip her over, and fuck her really deep. But the soft snores stop me. I wipe her down, making sure to go softly as to not wake her.

I throw the rag on the floor before I get into bed next to her, pulling the covers over us. She turns toward me, throwing her leg over my hips before throwing her arm over my chest, pinning me to the bed. I've never been one to cuddle after sex. Sometimes it's fuck and run. Sometimes I'm just too smashed to leave, but now, fuck no

I throw one arm over my head while I place my other hand on top of hers on my chest before I follow her into dreamland. I've never fallen asleep with a smile on my face, but I could get used to this. Totally get used to this.





Chapter Nineteen


Marissa


I'm dreaming, or at least I think it's a dream. I don't open my eyes yet. I just bask in the heat of my cocoon. I'm wrapped up in his arms, my cheek resting on his chest. His heart beats a lullaby, prolonging my rest. When I finally open my eyes, his hard chest fills my vision. I try to stretch, but I'm immobile in his embrace. I arch my back a little and feel the soreness between my legs. A delicious soreness, proof of the passionate night we shared. Two months ago, I had never heard of Mick Moro. Now I can't go a few hours without thinking about him.



       
         
       
        

"I can practically hear the wheels in your head turning," he says right as he drops a kiss on my head. "Morning."

I lean back to take him in. His hair is sticking up in places, his eyes soft with sleep. He is a fucking mesmerizing sight.

"Morning to you." I kiss his neck right near his Adam's apple. With my body flush against his, I can feel his very hard cock pressing into me. "Good morning to him, too." I smirk while he chuckles.

"How sore are you this morning?"

"It's not like I was a virgin, Mick. I just haven't had a human in there in a while," I tell him with a giggle.

"A human?" He pushes away slightly from me to see my face.

"A vibrator, Mick. I have a vibrator, and that's the only action I've seen." I turn in the bed to reach into the bedside table to take out my pink vibrator with the rabbit ear clit stimulator. I turn it on to show Mick, who promptly plucks it from my hands and tosses it out the bedroom door. I watch it sail through the door, landing right in the middle of the living room with a big thump. I look at him incredulously. "You're going to owe me a new vibrator if that one doesn't work."

I barely get the words out before he's on me. Using his knees to spread my legs, he settles between them. He pulls my hands over my head, pinning me down. "You need to come, baby, it'll be me who gives that to you," he says right before his head dips and takes my nipple deep into his hot mouth. Just like that, my sleepy body comes alive. I wrap my legs around him and grind my center along the ridge of his erection. "Fuck, she's going to kill me."

I think he's talking to himself, but I don't get the chance to dwell on it when my attention is diverted by his mouth on my other breast. I want to reach down and twine my fingers into his hair to guide him to my pussy. A ride on his face sounds pretty much perfect right now. But he still holds my wrists, keeping me in place, while he plays with me.

His mouth pulls, nips, licks, and sucks as he works me into a frenzy.

"Oh, God," I say, throwing my head back into the pillow, awash in the sensations he's creating. I can feel the stirrings of an orgasm. I'm almost there when he just stops. My hands suddenly free. I open my eyes and see him reach over to grab a condom from the bedside table.

"Don't move your hands," he tells me, but I can't move anyway. I'm too entranced by watching him shield himself with the condom. He rolls it down his thick cock and, even having seen it already, it's still a breathtaking sight.

Once he is covered, he leans down and kisses me softly on my lips. "Guide me into you." He doesn't have to ask me twice. I move my one hand between us and line him up at my entrance. He pushes my knees back to my chest, tilting my ass up and then slides all the way into me in one slow and steady thrust. 

We both moan at the same time. My hands, moves back up in place above my head, tingle with the urge to touch him. But I don't have a chance to because he distracts me by deepening the kiss and slamming into me. His mouth and his hips are in sync as he fucks me. His piercings glide so relentlessly over my sensitive spots, and I've never felt anything like this. The girls at the club were right. There is nothing like fucking a guy with piercings.

He rotates his hips on an inward thrust, his pubic bone presses into my clit, and I see stars. My pussy starts to pulse, and I know I'm very close. "I'm going to come, babe," he says, letting go of my mouth. My lids come down as my eyes roll back. He pounds into me so furiously, the headboard slaps against the wall. My back begins to bow, a deep moan escapes, and I fly over the edge. He pumps into me once, twice, three more times, and plants himself as he explodes inside of me.

I take his weight for a moment and then he rolls us to the side, still deep in me.

"Now that's the way to start a day," he says to me, trying to catch his breath.

"You won't hear me complain," I tell him, placing a soft kiss on the underside of his chin before I slowly peel myself from him. "I need another shower." I peek around him to look at the clock. "Jesus, it's already eleven a.m. I've got to get myself up so I can get in and help Phyllis." I make my way into the bathroom and take a look at myself in the mirror. Fucking hell, my braid is a frizzy tail hanging to one side of my head while the other side is plastered to my skull with the ends curling upward.

I try to turn and lock the door, but his hand stops me. "Kinda late to be modest now, Marissa. I've spent most of the last eight hours either lying naked with you or in you." He laughs while walking in and starting the shower.

"What are you doing?" I cross my arms over my nipples, which started to peak as soon as I heard his voice.

"I figure we can shower together. It'll save time." He smirks at me.

"Okay, then what's up with the condom?" I point to the unopened packet that he put down on the back of the toilet while he took care of the used one.

"Shower sex is even better than morning sex."

"Is that so?" I've never had shower sex. I've always rushed through my morning shower, doing my thing, and getting out. When the water is warm enough for him, he steps into the tub and holds his hand out to me.