My Heart's Bliss (Hard Love & Dark Rock #3) by Ashley Grace Read Free Book Online

behind my head, tilting my face forward, bringing my mouth back to his.  He kissed me, deeply, passionately.
    "Are you ready?" he asked in a whisper.
    I opened my eyes, looked up into his.  I could see the love in his gaze.  I could feel it, glowing in my heart.
    I nodded my head yes.
    He bowed his head toward mine again, kissing me, and then pressed forward with his hips, slipping his entire length into me in a series of deepening thrusts.  The pain was there, but it was layered in amongst so much pleasure that I hardly noticed it.  And then he was fully, completely inside of me.  Filling me up.  Stretching me to my limits.  I was brimming with him, so full that I could hardly draw a breath.
    "Oh my god, Anne," he said, his voice husky and ragged.  "Oh my god, it feels so good."
    I wanted to tell him that I thought so too, but my brain couldn't seem to manage a simple sentence.  I moaned instead, long and low, speaking my pleasure without using words.
    He began to move in me once more, slipping that huge cock out of me, and then filling me with it all over again.  His hips rolling, his shoulders bracing against the mattress on either side of me, his dick plunging into my core, deeper with every stroke.  I felt the pleasure expanding within me, filling my pelvis and then spreading up through my belly toward my heart, making my whole body sing.
    "Anne," he said.  "Oh, Anne."
    I opened my eyes, seeing him watching me, his own eyes clouded with pleasure.
    "Trace," I said.  "Trace."
    I was teetering on the brink on ecstasy.  And then, as he slipped that delicious length into me again, even deeper, I felt myself toppling over that edge.
    I cried out, my pussy clenching down on him, the orgasm storming through me.
    "Trace!  Oh!"
    He kept plunging that thick cock into me, riding me through my climax, making it stretch on and on.  I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling my hips bucking up against him, my chest shaking and quivering.
    "Aaahhh!"
    The pleasure reached its peak, and then passed, leaving me exhausted.  All of the tension I’d felt, all of the stiffness in my body, had been purged by that tremendous orgasm, leaving every muscle slack.  I felt heat dancing along my bare skin, my whole body full of joy.
    Trace had stilled above me.  I opened my eyes, looking up at him in wonder.
    "You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met," he said, his eyes shining.  " Especially when you’re coming."
    "More," I said, still a little breathless.  "More, Trace.  Please."
    He grinned.  He kissed me.
    And then he started moving his hips again, bringing me back up to another peak.
    I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heels pressing against his muscular ass, pushing him into me more forcefully, wanting more of him, ravenous for it.  He stiffened his back, his knees finding purchase on the mattress, and he began to plunge his dick into me more quickly, more deeply.
    I could feel the power in his tightly coiled body, could feel him holding it in check.  But I wanted more of it.  I wanted all of it.  I wanted him to ravish me, to overwhelm me with the pleasure, until pleasure was the only thing I knew.
    "More, Trace," I gasped.  "More!"
    His kissed me again, his lips mashing against mine so hard it nearly bruised.  He hooked my legs with his arms, the back of my thighs caught in the crook of his elbows, pushing my knees up toward my chest, folding me over and opening me up.
    A tremendous, aching pressure bloomed deep inside of me with his every thrust.  It was so strong that I didn't know if it was pleasure or pain, but I knew I wanted more of it.
    "Fuck me, Trace," I gasped.  "Fuck me harder!"
    He raised himself up onto his toes, driving his dick down into me, our bodies clapping together so loudly that the sound rang against the concrete walls of the room.  Every jolting force seemed to vibrate my pelvis, threatening to knock another orgasm loose.  My clit buzzed with that vibration, sparks of pleasure arcing