Echoes of the Heart, Casey, L.A. [reader novel .txt] 📗

had dreamt of this kind of coupling over and over, but nothing my imagination conjured up held a candle to reality.

“You f-feel so g-good.” I was a shaking mess. “It’s been so long.”

“Good.” Risk lifted one hand to my hair. “Only remember me, understand? Only me.”

When I didn’t reply, he thrust roughly into my body and stole my breath.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Only you. Risk. Please.”

He worshipped and worked my body in ways that I had forgotten he could. No patch of skin was left unkissed, his hands touched every inch of me and he made sure to love my body until I couldn’t keep my eyes open. My legs were around his hips, pulling him in deep every time he thrust forward. I wanted all of him, every single inch.

“How hard do you want it, Cherry?” he growled. “How hard do you want me pounding this pussy?”

“H-Hard as you can,” I choked out the words. “So c-close. Risk!”

When I opened my eyes, something in Risk’s expression changed. His stare was intense and solely on me as he moved inside me untamed. There was a fire blazing within his blue eyes, he was burning hot for me.

“Look at me when you come all over my cock.”

I could barely breathe let alone keep my eyes open.

“Look at me, Frankie!” His fingers fit into the flesh of my thighs. “I want those sexy eyes on me as I fuck this cunt right. If you close them, I’ll flip you over and sink into your fat arse. I’ll make you scream, Cherry.”

Holy Christ in heaven.

I had never, never, known Risk to be so domineering during sex. He had always been so gentle, even when he was rough, but this Risk . . . this Risk was new to me. This Risk was the sex god everyone worshipped and wanted. I wanted him to give every bit of himself, even if it wasn’t a part of him I ever knew.

“Please,” I whimpered. “I’m sorry, I can’t . . . oh god.”

I sucked in a breath when he slammed his hips so hard against mine that my body jolted.

“Look. At. Me.”

I forced my eyes open and when tears fell from my eyes, Risk’s expression slowly softened and his eyes widened. He remained fully buried inside of me, but he looked down to my trembling body and jerked his hands away from my skin like I was on fire.

“Babe,” he looked at his hands then to me. “I’m sorry . . . I hurt you.”

I shook my head. I wasn’t hurting, I just felt everything tenfold.

“I feel everything.” I swallowed. “I’ve never . . . this is so intense.”

He leaned forward, brought his hands to my face.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rough with you.”

I moved my hips, my body desperately needing the friction. Risk’s eyes fluttered shut with the movement, but only for a moment then . . . then he began to fuck me slowly, thoroughly, just like he used to all those years ago. I lifted my arms and pulled him into my embrace until his bare chest was pressed against mine.

“I want your gentle loving,” I licked his lips. “But I want to be fucked hard and fast too.”

He pressed his forehead to mine, watching my face carefully as I moaned under him.

“Your eyes,” he whispered. “I just . . . I need to see them.”

“Why, honey?” I asked, moving my hand to his hair. “Why?”

“I need to see them looking into mine when I love you,” he said as he slid deep inside me once more. “For years, I pretended the eyes looking back at me were yours, but none of them were ever green, none of them ever looked at me with emotion filling them . . . None of them were yours. I need your eyes on me, I need this to be real. I’m so scared it’s not real.”

I whimpered as more tears fell.

“I’m here.” I held him as he slid in and out of me. “You’re loving me, Risk. We’re real.”

“We’re real,” he repeated, shaking. “I’ve missed you so much. I dreamt of you all the time, you’re in everything I do. Your voice is my music. I hear it everywhere . . . your voice, Cherry. It’s the echo in my every melody. I hear it in my head on repeat. I hurt for you, Frankie. Please, I need you.”

I held him tightly.

“You have me.” I kissed him. “You’ve always had me. Please . . . please, love me.”

He returned my kiss and increased his pace. Minutes passed by until my body was twisting and bucking beneath him like a wild animal. He was speaking to me, telling me how good I felt, how he had dreamed of having my body under his for years as he fucked me into submission. Every word was like fuel being poured on an already raging fire.

“Yes, don’t stop . . . Risk!”

My scream was tangled up with his groan as my cunt squeezed him as my orgasm unexpectedly slammed into my body. My lungs burned for air and my body was rigid as the spasms of bliss sucked me deeper and deeper into their electric embrace. I sucked in air greedily as the spasms of bliss rocked me.

“Christ, baby,” Risk groaned. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I love watching you come.”

I couldn’t respond, my energy was spent. Completely and utterly.

“Look at me.” Risk moved his hand up to my hair and gripped it tightly. “Look at my face. Look what fucking this cunt does to me. Look what you do to me, Cherry.”

I was a quivering mess, I could barely hold my head up, but my overly sensitive body was so in tune with Risk’s erratic thrusts that staring at him was all I was able to do. I slid my hands over his hardened pectorals and I hummed. He was so sexy, so masculine, so primal. So fucking mine. I loved him. I never stopped. I loved him so much it scared me to death.

“Risk.”

His lips parted, his hold on me tightened then, just like