Heartbreaker Blog Hop
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What is it about heartbreakers that make us going back for more than one serving?
Is it the drive to be the one woman who can fix all their hurt and make them see what real love is?
Is it their facade of sheer masculinity and don’t give a damn cockiness that we want to bask in?
How about their ability to fuck us sensless and make us forget our own worries?
Ahh. I think I’m onto something here.
Their internal pain and perseverence is what draws us to them like a smorgasborg of toys in a sex toy store.
Their ability to be a rock and command respect is so alluring we forget their tendencies to smother the emotion that we need to see.
We want to be the one who they break through to, the one they can breakdown and cry to begin healing.
And…then watch them become the stronger man, the better man we see them to be.
Wrangling a heartbreaker is no easy feat. There are innumerous power control stuggles, fights and huge communication issues.
Pride gets in the way on both sides.
The end result is nothing less than amazing. Because while we are working to heal them, they are calling us out on our own personal shit and refusing to sit idle while we dissect every aspect of their being without returning the favor.
We can lie and say there isn’t a thing wrong with us. That’s just our denial and our way of ignoring our own internal issues swept under the rug while we do the woman thing…
In the End…For every heartbreaker, there’s an equal to him. That knows what he’s going through because she has been through the same struggle he has. Only she finds her release from the pain and life struggle by being his rock. At least that is my experience 😛
An Oldie but A Goodie
Naval Aviator Lark Maddox works for the United States Coast Guard. Honor and Integrity are the morals she lives by, yet her heart has been stolen by one under her command.
Master Chief Survival Tech Acer Davidson doesn’t believe in love or marriage and has forsworn making any permanent ties. When tragedy occurs, will he seize the opportunity of a lifetime or let the best thing in his life float away on the rippling tide.
His sour mood hadn’t resolved after an hour of trying to cool off. Letting himself into her house, a sound in the other room caught his attention. Running water, the intelligent woman was taking a bath. A tsk left Acer’s mouth. She knew damn better.
Vanilla and jasmine musk scented the air as he walked to the master bedroom with quiet footsteps. He kept on alert, and entered without the slightest noise. Bent over the tub, clad in a fluffy towel, the view of her delectable thigh peeking out the edge greeted him.
“Who gave you permission to run bathwater?” Acer pushed the towel up and whacked his palm over her heart-shaped cheeks.
Lark jumped and nearly fell into the hot water. A stain flushed her face. “I––I didn’t think you were coming.”
“Who gave you permission to think?” A second strike crashed down on her welted flesh.
“No one.” She bit her lip.
“Sir,” she replied huskily and brought a hand back to caress her reddened skin.
“Ahh, ahh, ahh.” He saw his warm breath cause her skin to tremor. “Did you think I was going to let you speak to me like that? Did you dare to imagine you’d do so without repercussion?”
Lark groaned. “I am your boss.”
“You like to think that. Who’s boss now?” Silence hung in the air–-a dare for her to answer him.
“I am,” her voice wobbled but she held her ground.
“Wrong.” He sat down on the divan opposite the tub and. draped her over his lap, getting a glimpse of her wide blue eyes filled with desire and anticipation of the unknown. Her body quaked over his thighs, and he inhaled the delicious scent of aroused sex. His cock throbbed. Soon enough he’d be buried in that wet heat. Three slaps later she had yet to give him a sufficient reply to his question.
“You hit like a girl.” Lark wiggled on his lap dangerously close to his growing erection. “You want me to bow to you out of the office, but it won’t happen. I rule over you. A small woman is your boss. The woman you’ve tried to break time and again.” She was so soaked, his taste buds salivated waiting for a taste. Striking his palm to her pink battered skin, a jiggle followed each time he struck and left a prominent handprint. On his thigh trickled the sweet residue of her dew. It tempted him to end the punishment ahead of time. Housing his cock within her dripping sex held enormous appeal. Onward his fingers traversed over her flushed and heated skin. He laughed and held tight to her wriggling ass, keeping her where he wanted her.
“Naughty girl.” Acer chuckled darkly, anticipating her reaction. Instead of striking, he slid his fingers across her lower lips. In lieu of touching her swollen core, he ran his tips against her clit and pinched. “You like that don’t you, my little bitch.”
“I’m no one’s bitch, Acer.”
“We’ll see about that, Lark.” He took pleasure in toying with her drenched pussy lips. “There?” Her groan was music to his ears. “Growing impatient?” He slid his fingers into her pussy. When she clenched down on his digits, it drew a low groan from him. But he maintained his leisure fondling with a smug satisfaction, amused that she could scarcely handle his torture. Never let it be said he wasn’t a kind man. He did as she begged and slid into her, knuckles deep. “Want more?” More of her sweet cream covered his palm. The reaction sent a jolt through his body.
“No touching.” He slapped at her fingers when she tried to accelerate his actions.
His eyes were riveted to her lovely profile, drawn up in passion.
Even with her propped over his leg, Acer could feel her body spasm. “Hot enough yet? Perhaps I should penetrate your pretty pussy now.” He withdrew his fingers and pushed her off his lap onto the pillows laying haphazard on the floor. Zipper down, cock bare, he gripped her hair and dragged her roughly to him. “Wet it with your pretty little tongue.”
He stared down into her lust hazed eyes and drank in her moan. Like an obedient little bitch, the heat of her mouth encased him. His hands nestled into her hair, as his member rested at the back of her throat. He swallowed and closed his eyes. Clenching his teeth, his traitorous body wanted to blow. The effects of her small hands stroking him and her wondrous mouth cascading over his throbbing cock damn near ended his resolve. His tip, engorged with blood, ached. Tightening his grip on her hair he emitted a low hiss when her nails raked across his ball sack prompting him to loosen his rough hold.
Annoyance riddled through him, and from the look of humor on her face, she knew it. Damn her and her laughing eyes. She played the torture game well, with purpose. Sudden cold air hit his pulsating cock, causing it to jerk. Grunting he gripped her hair and pushed back into her mouth. “Feel powerful?” He kept his eyes on her, giving her control for one second, and one second only. He wasn’t let down as she brought him back to near bursting. The sight of his cock disappearing into her mouth built a rage of intense need. Vibrations from her throat drew shudders of breath. Damn near close to panting, control was seconds away from being lost. Acer growled and glared down at her. The smirk on her face said it all. She knew how to bring him and bring him fast.
Without warning, he shifted and picked her up with ease. “You know how I want it. Assume the position.” He slapped her bottom, and helped her attain the desired stance. Proud of the marks still glowing on her thighs, he slid a hand between them and forced them further apart. His cock, wet from her talented mouth, slipped into her decadent pussy.
Acer pushed her head down, bending her from the waist before him. He closed her legs as he covered her from behind and penetrated her at an unhurried pace. Her mewl like noises compelled him to drive into her harder. Sounds of skin slapping skin echoed around them. He grinned at her whimpers. When she pushed back against him he clenched his jaw and pounded faster.
His hands held her hips close to his pelvis. Heat, tight muscle, and soft skin wrapped around him wringing a groan of pleasure from his lips. He closed his eyes and brought a hand around to pinch, to twist her budded nipple. He listened to Lark’s breathing, to the way she hitched softly with each powerful thrust. “Touch yourself,” he ordered.
Excited, he oversaw Lark’s progress through the bathroom mirror as she put a shaky hand to her core, her regulation correct nails tapped against her drenched clit. Hearing soft sobs leave her mouth he let out a ragged breath. “Want more?” Acer’s cock jerked when her hand grazed him. He liked the thought of her reaching back to drag a finger up and down her feminine folds. The wetness from her hit his pelvis, astonishing him with its intense heat. His sense of smell picked up the faint sweet odor of her sex. She was so tight for him, he slapped her ass and withdrew, only momentarily, then he let that honeycomb slick entrance drag him into her core, the core that housed her womb.
Acer laughed, watching her squirm as his sweat-slicked body dominated her sweet pussy beyond reproach. Her soft screams he silenced with each surge. When she made too much noise he stopped completely, not giving her what she wanted till she stilled and quieted. He grabbed her by the neck and pushed her down. “Touch those toes Lark, and don’t stumble and fall or I’ll stop without letting you climax.” By the time he was done with her she’d be too sexed up to think or utter coherent sounds. Her tongue would trip leaving her enunciation sounding scatter brained. He relished that only he could bring her to that level.
Acer fanned his hands over her lower back, and halted her movements while he pummeled her core. In tune to her needs he held her quivering body relishing in her inability to move back or run. He grinned and slid out of her, about to tease her past the breaking point. His eyes roamed over her as he listened for her next shallow breath to slam full force into her. He could feel her hand tweaking her clit and chuckled.
“Want to climax baby?” He hit in her with piston movements, entwining his fingers with hers. To him there was nothing sexier than a woman playing with her own body while being taken. He groaned and hastened and moved…jerked the closer he came.
He heard her cry out, “I’m your bitch—God you’re killing me,” and smirked. His heavy ball sack hit her quaking skin. The motion caused his scrotum to tighten. Acer watched as her arousal became visible in her expression. He could feel her body tremble with frustration as he held off, waiting to make her orgasm.
As she coated him with her cream and her cries of relief filled the room, only then did he succumb and fill her body with his seed. Heartbeat raging, chest heaving, a guttural growl ripped from his mouth. He shook from her firm grip on him, sucking him, keeping him encased inside her wet velvet.
“So you’re my bitch?” His lip curled up in a smile. “What I’d give for you to say that at work.” He slid out of her body and leaned back on the divan. He loved how she crawled next to him breathless from their climax, and stroked her wet hair with a calming gentleness.
. His body sang with relief. “Great outlet you have there,” he teased with a light nature. Her forlorn expression startled him. Normally after sex she relaxed, acted content. Her pleading eyes and the way her teeth tugged at her bottom lip when something bothered her warned him to be wary.
“It’s been two years, Ace. I need more than this.”
“Don’t ruin tonight with your mouth, Lark.” He dropped his hand from her hair. “In the beginning, after we started, I told you not to get your hopes up. Not to pine for something I would never give you. My mind hasn’t changed.”
“Fuck Acer, you’re not your father on dangerous missions. I’m not your mother. Why not? “
“You’re an officer and I’m enlisted. I don’t care to take the commission test, Lark. I will never get married. Take me as I am or leave me.” He moved off the divan. “Every time you bring it up makes me think we should end our relationship.”
“Fuck it, Lark. Is this how you want to end us? We could go to the brig for this.” His gaze caught the pattern of water dripping off her body as she washed up in front of the his and her sinks.
“Things change. People develop emotions over time. I love you. Doesn’t it matter?”
“I didn’t ask for your love, damn it! I want what we’ve had the past two years and nothing more.” The time bomb that had been brewing exploded. He snarled in anger and a tick in his jaw became more pronounced, as he waited for her to push more constraints on him.
“Just go, Acer. Just go. This is the last time.” Her voice cracked.
He glared at her and yanked his clothes off the floor, unable to take her soft sobs, or stare at her body without taking her again.
Enraged, he slammed the bathroom door as he exited. The same bullshit guilt trip thrown in his face for the past few months drove him to his only conclusion. It was time to leave her the hell alone. Like that had worked in the past. He snorted and pulled on his boots. She knew the score from day one. She just needed a little time to come to her senses again. Then he’d remind her how good they had it. The last sound he left her with was the front door closing with a loud boom, only so he could drown out the sounds of her soul breaking.
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