Break Your Little Heart – Heartbreak Hill Read Online Charleigh Rose

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, New Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
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Holden doesn’t stop for a second, licking and sucking as I lie here, back arched, gripping the edge of my desk for dear life. Within seconds, I shatter under his mouth, slumping against the hard surface. I pull myself upright as Holden stands, his gaze burning into mine as he wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist, chest heaving.

“Off,” I say, gesturing to his shirt as I hop down from the desk on shaky legs. He’s not moving fast enough so I pull his shirt up, standing on my tiptoes to get it over his head. He shoves his pants down his thighs, his thick length already hard and bobbing between us. I barely let him get his pants off before I’m pushing his chest, making him fall onto my bed.

I undo the knot of my towel, letting it drop to the floor.

“You’re too fucking perfect to be real,” he says with awe in his voice. He grips the base of his dick, giving it a couple of strokes. “Come sit on me, baby.”

I don’t hesitate, climbing onto his lap to straddle him. I don’t take him inside me yet, and I can feel how hard he is between my legs. He captures my mouth in a kiss, his tongue desperate and demanding. When I feel him twitch against me, I push on his shoulders until he’s lying flat.

I have a moment of uncertainty, nervous about a potential mess, but Holden’s hand slides up the outside of my thigh before settling on my hip, guiding me until I’m hovering over his length. Slowly, I lower myself onto him, both of us groaning at the feeling. Once I’m completely full of him, I rise onto my knees, then slide back down again, this time hard.

“Fuck, Valen,” Holden says, his big hand covering the top of my thigh, squeezing.

Leaning forward, I flatten my palms against his chest, letting my head hang while I adjust to the sensation. I start to grind on him, rotating my hips in circles, my clit rubbing against his pelvic bone.

“It’s so fucking wet,” Holden says, both hands grabbing my ass to help my movements. It feels different, and not just because of the added lubrication. It’s more intense, everything nerve ending hypersensitive. I start to move faster, nothing but the sounds of our desperate gasps and moans fill the air, but a knock on the door has me freezing.

“Valen?” Shayne calls from the other side of the door. I didn’t even hear her come in.

“Shit,” I whisper, starting to pull myself off Holden. The door isn’t locked. I’m lucky I remembered to close it.

“Don’t stop,” Holden warns, his voice low as he clamps down on my hips to keep himself buried inside me. I cover his mouth with both of my hands.

“Yeah?” I call back.

“I’m home. Everything okay?”

Holden tilts his hips up, making me take him deeper. With both hands over his mouth, I start to ride him slowly, unable to help myself.

“I’m good,” I squeak out. “Cramps.”

“Okay, let me know if you need anything. I’m going to bed.”

“Night!”

If she responds, I don’t hear her because Holden’s flipping me around, never breaking our connection, then he’s the one holding his hand over my mouth to muffle the sounds trying to escape as he fucks me into the mattress. The fingers of his other hand find my clit, stroking over the bundle of nerves, playing my body like an instrument he knows by heart.

He must feel me spasm around him because he asks, “Are you gonna come all over me, Valen?”

I look up at him, nodding frantically, unable to speak with his hand still over my mouth. His breathing is ragged, sweat dripping down his temples as he slides in and out, hips moving in tandem with the hand between my legs. My orgasm rips through me violently, my back bowing off the bed, toes curling. My fingers clawing into his shoulders, head thrown back into the mattress as I struggle to get enough air into my lungs.

“You’re so pretty when you come.”

I know he follows me over the edge when he lets out a curse followed by the feeling of him pulsing inside me. His movements slow, kissing my neck and collarbone before he slides out of me and pulls back to inspect the damage. I follow his gaze, expecting the worst. His still hard cock bobs between us, streaked with red. There’s some on his pelvis and smeared on my inner thighs, but it’s nowhere near as bad as I feared.

“Sorry,” I say, then mentally chastise myself for apologizing when he quite literally signed up for this. “I’ll get a towel.”

When I start to sit up, his palm wraps around my throat, gently pressing me back into the mattress. “I told you,” he says before leaning down to press a kiss against my lips. “A little blood doesn’t scare me.”


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