Page 240 of If Our Hearts Collide

But his pulsating cock doesn’t stop. Splatters speckle my tits and my belly, marking me of his taking.

It is primal.

It is territorial.

And it is so freaking hot that I know this memory will be burned into my mind forever as a reminder of exactly who I belong to. And despite our arrangement being temporary, I have no doubt just how possessive and overprotective Collins will be during our contractual limits—a contract that has yet to be signed.

“Are you okay?” he asks, cutting through my own mental monologue.

“That…that…” I can’t keep my brain under control. “Never happened to me before.”

There’s something so intriguing about this enigmatic man holding his rigid cock in his palm and painting my body with his seed.

“Well, thank fuck,” Collins growls, looking at my body—his canvas. “I’ve never seen a prettier sight than the one lying before me right now, drenched in me.”

“I feel like Jell-O.” And probably look like it too.

Collins kneels between my thighs, his semi-hard cock in his hand, and looks at me with utter satisfaction evident in his lazy smile. “You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” His spoken words echo my silent reciprocated ones. “I love this sight of youbathed in my cum like a good little girl who is accepting her fate and her purpose. I’m never going to want you to leave this bed.”

My pussy pulses with every dirty word he speaks. He makes me feel like a freaking goddess. Never in a million years did I think Collins Stone would cave to me, and soon I’ll be signing a document that will basically end us before we even begin.

Will I be able to walk away from this intoxicating man when the time is up?

And if I can, will I forever be a fraction of the woman I believe myself to be right now?

Collins lies down beside my spent body, pulling me to him.

His hand drifts over my breasts and then my stomach, rubbing in his cum as he goes, until he settles his palm against the warmth between my legs. Pressing deliberate circles into my flesh, he massages and makes the sparks come alive inside me at my core.

“Are you sore?”

“Yeah, a little,” I downplay.

Leaning over, he kisses my lips. “You are hurting more than a little, Penelope.”

My eyes catch his. How does he know?

But he does. So I just nod, as there’s no sense in denying it anymore.

Taking his fingers, Collins trails them along my outer lips, teasing me and causing tingles to resonate throughout my entire body. Picking up the pace, I feel my insides tightening, silently begging for…

Pressure?

“Roll over to your side, that’s it. Good. Now grind yourself against my palm. You control it.”

And I do.

And within just a couple of minutes, the slow and deliberate caressing causes another orgasm to be pulled from me without any real effort.

I am screwed.

Without a doubt—screwed.

My mind starts to wander, drifting in and out of being present and floating away.

“The next time we do this, there will be a formal contract binding us together,” he says casually, as I keep drifting. “And no artificial barrier between my body and yours.”

“As long as you make me feel like I do right now, I’ll be…” My words slip off the edge of my tongue, entering a world where everything is still safe and right.

“Good nightfor real, my sweet girl.”

And when the fog clears just a little…

I swear I hear…

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go.”

So I whisper back, “I doubt I will either.”

“I am prepared for everything in this life. Except for you, Princess.”