Bitter Hearts (A Southern Loving Book 3) by Ava Thorn

pleasure as shivers ran through her body when her orgasm hit.
    Her
eyes were half closed; she heard the foil packet open. Hank placed the condom
over his engorged cock.
    “I
want my arms…free.” Her gaze flicked up to his.
    With
a low rumble in his chest, Hank reached up and undid the ties that bound Kari.
Wrapping his hands around her, she found herself straddling his hips. His
sheathed member stood erected and rigid.
    She
was mesmerized by his width and length. His hands cupped her breast, rubbed and
played with them until she leaned over and captured his lips.
    “Kari,”
Hank moaned her name that was dripping with sweet honey and lust. He lifted her
like she weighed nothing and impaled her onto his thickness, sliding between
her wet lips.
    “Oh,
God…” she moaned softly, feeling his hands toy with breast.
    Hank
had never been closer to the state of pleasure than right now. He couldn’t
handle it. He began to thrust from underneath and watched as her breasts
bounced in the same motion as the curls in her hair. She was his vixen.
    Kari
dug her nails into his shoulder, as he picked her up only to slam her back down
on his hips.
    “Oh…”
he rasped, guiding himself back into the juicy heat of her beautiful, welcoming
box as it descended back down on him, taking every inch of his long, thick
cock.
    “So
good,” he sighed, as Kari started to slowly ride him, her own gasps and moan
echoing his.
    “Oh-oh,
Hank,” she panted.
    He
gritted his teeth to keep himself from cumming quickly.  Rolling over with Kari
on her back he delivered slow, grinding thrusts that made her eyes roll to the
back of her head.
    “Oh…yes,”
she screamed, meeting his thrust with her own. 
    He
shuddered as he sank deeper into her. “I didn’t know it would be this good between
us.” Hank lifted her leg and placed it on his shoulder. He pushed deeper,
eliciting a long moan from her.
    “Incredible,”
was all that she could manage to say in a low and husky voice.
    He
lifted her other leg and placed it on his shoulder, then he pulled out and pushed
in again, roughly. Kari didn’t know it was possible to feel him so deep inside
of her like that. He ground and swiveled his hips, pulling out, pushing in,
grinding and swiveling again.
    “I
need to come,” she begged.
    Hank
pinned her arms above her head. He kissed her shoulders and devoured her lips.
He thrust harder into her causing Kari to scream into his mouth. He delivered
five long thrusts before her body shuddered into a million pieces. Hank
followed right behind her, grunting.
    Panting,
he gently pulled out and fell beside her.
    “When
you think of future, what you see?” he asked after a minute.
    “Don’t
tell me you’re getting all emotional with me,” she said, perched up on her
elbow.
    “No,
I’m just wondering…Don’t you want a husband and kids?” he asked.
    Sighing,
she laid back down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. “Honestly, I don’t
even know anymore.” Turning around she faced him. “What about you?”
    “Everyone
year to have that person to spend the rest of our lives with.” He reached up
and caressed the side of Kari’s face. “My wife left me for another man, who she
believed could give her more than I could.”
    “What
did she want?”
    “A
different lifestyle.” He paused to keep his anger in check. “Natalie met me
when I was the lead guitarist for Austin.”
    “Is
she a groupie?”
    “Everyone
thought so,” he chuckled uneasy. “I guess I should of listened to them.”
    “You
were in love,” she said, stroking his arm. “When we’re in love sometimes we can
be blinded on what is going on in front of us.”
    “Who
was the man that broken your heart?” When the words came out of his mouth, he
felt Kari’s body stiffen.
    “Sam
Russell, my parents warned me about him but I didn’t listen. This was the man I
was planning to marry and have children with. He cheated on me with my best
friend.”
    “Our
lives were