Keeping London (The Flawed Heart Series Book 2) Read Online Free

tank top and panties, and I hurriedly kick my boxers to the floor. London positions herself on her hands and knees, and I can barely contain myself. I love all sex with London, but taking her from behind is exceptionally spectacular. I’ve learned that, when she’s in this position, she wants it hard, fast, and rough. That’s just the way I need it tonight.
    I grab her hips, position myself at her opening, and enter her with one firm thrust. She drops her head with a long moan of pleasure. I start my relentless assault as I feverishly pound into her, as if I can’t get enough, and I can’t. With London, it will never be enough. I gently rub her beautiful round ass before I slap it hard while impaling her deep, causing her knees to lift off the bed.
    “Oh God…yes!” she screams.
    I rub the place where my palm just hit before I slap her other cheek in succession with a forceful thrust.
    London cries out, “Ah! Harder, babe.” Her voice is breathy and needy.
    My fingers dig into her hips as I pull her against me with each drive. Sweat begins to saturate my sensitive skin as I pound into her with all the strength I have. She screams each time I enter her, hitting her deep inside.
    Every few thrusts, I release one of my hands to slap her ass. Her moans sound almost pained, but I know she’s feeling the opposite. I can tell she’s getting close as her body begins to quiver beneath my grasp.
    “Oh God, Loïc…yes!” she cries into the lust-filled air.
    Bending so that my front is against her back, I circle her waist with one arm and continue to pull her body into mine. I wrap my free hand around her front and place it between her legs. Using my fingers, I rub against her sensitive bundle of nerves.
    She throws her head back, and my mouth covers hers, my tongue mimicking the movements of our bodies below. Her body starts to shake uncontrollably, and I catch her cries of ecstasy in my mouth. I pound fast, chasing my own release, as her body continues to quiver beneath mine. She’s still moaning when I quake powerfully, and with one last push, I expel everything I have inside her.
    I roll off of her and fall to the bed. She sways to the side and falls on her back beside me. The two of us take in air heavily as we work to catch our breaths. My hand that rests between us finds hers, and our fingers entwine together.
    “That was amazing,” she says with a sigh.
    “It was,” I agree.
    “I never knew sex could be like this.”
    “Me neither.”
    She releases her grasp on my hand and rolls to her side, propping her head up with one arm to look at me. “Are you just saying that?” she asks with a skeptical air in her voice.
    “No.” I chuckle. “You’re the best I’ve ever had, London. It’s different with you.”
    “So, mind-blowing sex for the both of us…we can put that on our firsts list.”
    “That, we can,” I agree.
    “Why do you think it’s different with me?”
    “I’m not sure. Maybe because our bodies fit so well together? Or maybe because I love you. That has to make a difference, right? I’ve only ever fucked others. But, with you, even when we fuck…it’s more than that. You know?”
    “What you mean to say is that we make love.”
    I groan playfully. “That sounds lame. Can we just call it fucking with emotions or more than fucking?”
    London laughs. “You’re ridiculous.”
    “I am.” I pull her face toward mine for a quick kiss.
    “Well, let’s more than fuck again,” she says, lowering her voice.
    “You know the alarm is going to go off in, like, an hour. We’re going to be exhausted tomorrow,” I offer in a halfhearted attempt to make the healthy decision. “Shouldn’t we get a little more sleep?”
    London huffs out, “We can sleep on the plane. Right now, I want your beautiful dick inside me, and I want you to more than fuck me until I’m screaming your name.”
    I growl and push London against the bed as I straddle her. She giggles beneath me.
    “On one