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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“No more,” I pant, trying to squeeze my legs shut.

He pulls back enough to look up at me from between my thighs, his mouth glistening. “Seems like you might be into getting your pussy licked after all.” His fingers are still inside me, and I feel myself clench around them at his words. He raises an eyebrow, letting me know that he felt it, then slowly pulls them out of my body and holds them up, as if to show me the evidence of exactly how much I liked it shining on his fingers.

“It was all right, I guess.” It might sound more convincing if I wasn’t panting.

“All right?” he scoffs, standing up and unbuckling his belt with one hand.

I bite down on my lip, trying to hide my inexplicable excitement when I realize his intent. He unbuttons his pants, slides the zipper down, and I reach out and jerk him closer by his waistband, catching him by surprise. His stumbles into me, hands landing on the wall behind my head, to cage me in once again. I peer up at him as I reach into his pants and boxers, wrapping my fingers around him. His jaw is set, holding eye contact with me as I start to work him with my hand.

“Fuck, Valen,” he whispers roughly as his head falls forward, eyes squeezed shut. He pushes into my hand that’s trapped between us, fucking my fist. Lifting onto my tiptoes, I guide him toward my entrance, dragging the tip up and down the length of me. His eyes shoot open and he searches mine for something, his chest heaving against mine with his ragged breaths. The moment feels too intense, too intimate, like he’s seeing something he shouldn’t. The way he’s looking at me almost hurts, and I can’t make sense of why, but it does. When it becomes too much, I reach up to cup his face, pulling him down to kiss me. His hands finally come off the wall, one arm circling my lower back, and the other lifts my right thigh, opening me for him. He’s still right there, poised at my entrance. I shift my hips, trying to wiggle my way onto his cock.

“Fuck me,” I whisper, in case he’s waiting for a verbal cue. He answers by slowly pushing into me, stretching me in the best way as he kisses down my neck.

“Jesus Christ—” a deep voice barks—one that doesn’t belong to Holden—and I slam back to reality, realizing our surroundings. Holden acts before I can make sense of what’s happening, shielding me with the flap of his suit jacket. I duck down, hiding my face in his chest.

“Holden.” The tone of the man’s voice holds a sense of familiarity. Holden’s still halfway inside me, his hand on the back of my head, holding me to his chest.

“Get the fuck out,” he says, angling his body to block me from their view.

“Wrap it up. Party’s almost over.”

Wrap it up. He means our little rendezvous, but all I can think about is the fact that Holden did not, in fact, wrap it up. And he’s currently inside me. Oh my God, what the hell are we doing?

As soon as I hear the door slide shut, I shove Holden off me.

“Are you ok—”

“I have to go,” I say, pushing past him to grab my underwear off the ground. They’re cold and damp, but my dress is too short to walk back through the house without them on.

“Relax, Valen. That was my dad. He’s not going to say anything. Your dirty little secret is safe.”

I whirl around on him, eyes wide. “Your dad!” I practically yell. As if it wasn’t bad enough when I thought it was a random acquaintance. I straighten out my dress, tucking my boobs back in, then smooth out my hair as good as I can without a mirror. God knows what I look like right now, but I’m betting it’s a lot different than how I walked out here.

Everyone will be too drunk to notice my disheveled appearance, I try to tell myself.

“He didn’t see you,” Holden insists.

I snatch my purse off the ground, shaking my head. That’s not the point. What is it about Holden that makes me lose all rational thought?

Holden

“Fuck me,” Valen whispers, and I swear to all that is fucking holy, it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard in my life. I sink into her warm, wet pussy, inch by inch, and she fucking melts into me. I love when she’s hostile and slinging insults at me, but I love it even more when she lets her guard down and gets all soft for me like this.

Her head falls back against the wall and I take the opportunity to kiss her pretty neck, her pussy like a vise on my dick as I work my way in.


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