Unbreak My Heart (Rough Riders Legacy #1)

Sierra watched me with those big hazel eyes as I ripped the package open and rolled the condom on.

Less than a foot separated us. I braced my left hand on the wall by her head. Then my right. I lowered my head, she parted her lips and our mouths collided.

Every atom in my body fired with need as all that soft bare skin rubbed against mine.

Sierra’s touch had turned frantic, her hands were in my hair, following the cords straining in my neck, then trailing down my chest and belly until her fingers connected with my cock. No delicate touch this time; she closed a fist around it and squeezed.

I tore my mouth free from hers and panted against her neck, “Wait.”

“We’ve waited long enough.” She turned and nuzzled the side of my head. “Please.”

And I was done.

Dropping my hands to her ass—god, I loved that squeak she made—I said, “Wrap your legs around me.”

I reclaimed her mouth as I centered her left leg above my hip, then pressed her back against the wall to lift and position her right thigh.

She wiggled, pushing down to where my cock was trapped between us.

“Sierra,” I said, against her lips. “Keep your eyes on mine.”

I snaked a hand between us and circled my cock at the base, then slid her up so the head rested at her slick opening.

With both hands free I pressed my palm over her left breast and curled my left hand around the right side of her face.

I pushed inside her, trying not to grit my teeth because she was so fucking tight.

When her eyes started to flutter closed, I squeezed her breast. “Look at me.”

“Boone.”

“Feel me. All of me. I want to know that you’re right here in this moment with me.”

“I am.”

My fingers traced her cheekbone and the hollow beneath. Then I outlined the swell of her bottom lip and the upper bow, mapping her face while I stared into her eyes.

I’d paused with my dick halfway in. Not only was Sierra’s tight, wet heat and the promise of more killing me, my legs were bolstering us both, and my core was picking up the slack. My entire body shook and I needed relief. I couldn’t stop the snarl when I canted my hips and slammed home those last few inches.

“Oh god. Boone.”

I rested my forehead to hers, panting like I’d been hammering into her for hours, and it’d been one stroke. “Fuck.” Her nipple stabbed into my palm and I pressed my fingers into the soft flesh of her breast, which was completely covered in goose bumps. “You feel perfect. I knew you would.” I kept an eye lock on her as I withdrew and thrust again.

“Yes. More.” She swallowed a groan when I rocked up, deep, hard and fast.

I fit my mouth to hers; the kiss was wet and messy. An openmouthed clash of primal sex noises as I started to fuck her without pause.

Sierra’s fingernails gouged my ass and she started pumping her hips for faster friction so I knew she was close.

I clamped my hands on the insides of her legs and pushed her thighs open so they were almost parallel to the wall. Then with my groin in constant, grinding contact with her clit…KABOOM.

And I didn’t have a fucking prayer of holding back when she clawed at me, moaning my name with throaty reverence as she came. Her pussy walls clamped around my dick with rhythmic pulls so intense my legs bobbled as her body proved it owned me, just as much as her heart and soul had already laid claim to me.

I let go with a harsh grunt, my release made sweeter and more perfect with Sierra whispering, “That’s it, Boone. Give me all of it. Don’t ever hold back with me.”

“Fuck.” I shuddered through every pulse with my face buried in her neck. I kept thrusting—for how long, I had no idea, time had no place here—just small pumps of my hips, even after the last hot spurt, unwilling to lose this connection with her.

Her grip tightened on my hair. “Don’t stop.”

I opened my mouth over the spot on her neck that caused her to squirm and gasp. When I used my teeth, she whimpered. When I teased with butterfly flicks of my tongue, she begged. And when I sank my teeth in and sucked hard on that sweet sensitive flesh? She emitted a little scream and bucked against me as she came again.

Hottest. Fucking. Thing. Ever.

The bonus? My dick was an iron rod again by the time she finished. I nipped her throat one last time before I took those lips.

Although I’d tried, sort of, to keep it slow and sweet this time…it wasn’t. It would be fast though because I couldn’t get enough of how amazing her body felt wrapped around mine, how quickly she clamped down those tight inner muscles to keep me deep inside every time I bottomed out.