Unbroken Hart (The Hart Family) (6 page)

Kissing his chest, I nodded my head.  "Your heart is the reason that I fell in love with you.  You're beautiful, so handsome that you make my brain melt, but it was your heart that made me your love slave for life."

I laughed as he rolled over so that I was on top of him.  "My love slave you say?  Well, Mrs. Hart.  That is
very
exciting news.   I have something that you can take care of right away, slave girl."

Laughing, I shimmied my way down his torso, groaning when I came face to face with his beautiful cock.  I knew that there would never come a time w
here I would see it and think, 'Oh, this old thing?'

Placing my mouth just over him, close enough for him to feel my breath on him but not close enough for my mouth to take him in, I looked up and raised an eyebrow up at him.

"What is it that you need me to do, Master?"

His groan made me clench my inner sex muscles.  "
Use that beautiful mouth on me wife."

Kissing the tip of his shaft, I smiled at him.  "Your wish is my command."

I decided to drive him a little crazy, so I started with his balls.  I knew that he ached for me to suck the tip of his cock, but this morning I wanted him out of his mind when I finally took him inside my mouth.  I licked and sucked each of his beautiful balls, humming from time to time to give him an extra kick.  While I was busy doing that, I was jerking his shaft, although I made sure to keep my hand away from where he needed me to touch him the most.

It didn't take very long to reduce him to mush.  "Oh fuck Sabrina! Baby, suck it.  Put me in your mouth. Please!"

I loved it when he begged, loved the sound of desperation in his voice.  I made him that crazy, and it was a heady feeling.  I wasn't ready to let him off the hook, but I did move up from his balls to his shaft.  I licked and sucked on the lower portion, but I still wasn't going any higher.

He thrashed below me, begging me to suck him, but I drew his torture out.  He did this to me often, and turn about was fair play.  Besides, when he did it to me, my orgasms were always insanely good.  The reward was going to- literally- blow his mind.

I rubbed and licked as he continued to beg, and I licked the sweat that had taken up residence on his abdomen with a moan.  The sweat was what put me over, hurtling me into the stratosphere.  I could feel my sex gushing with need for him, and I wanted him badly.

Looking up at him, I cocked my head to the side before saying, "
I have a better idea.  Today's the day.  I want you to fuck my ass."

"Fuck baby, really?"

I nodded enthusiastically.  I wanted it.  "Yes.  Really."

"Oh baby I can't fucking wait to take your ass."

Any last scintilla of control that he had was gone.  He had me on my knees in less than five seconds, and I laughed as I heard him rifling through our toy drawer looking for lube.  I loved when he fingered my ass, loved when he used the plugs on me, but I had been waiting for the perfect time to let him take me like this.  I was afraid it would hurt, but for some reason, this morning I wanted him to mark me that way.

I shivered when he dripped lube onto my ass, gently inserting one finger that he started thrusting back and forth.  I moaned and shimmed my ass against his finger as I said, "Oh baby, I love that!"

My words encouraged him to pull back and add another finger, and I clenched around his fingers as he fucked me gently with them.  His other hand slid into my ridiculously wet sex, rubbing my clit in slow up and down movements.  In under a minute I was shaking and screaming underneath him as I came.

I groaned as he pulled his fingers out of my ass, missing them already.  I heard him flip the top of the lube, and I looked over my shoulder to see him applying it to his shaft.  He was hard as steel, and he looked ready to fuck me senseless.

Looking up at me, he smiled.  "Are you ready for me to fuck your tight little ass baby?"

I whimpered and nodded, trying to maintain some semblance of control as I felt a rush of arousal drip out of me. 

"Hold yourself open for me honey."

Laying my face against the sheets, I spread my cheeks and held myself open for him. 
The first feeling of his girth against me sent a series of shivers up my spine and had me gasping for air.  I shrieked when he started rubbing the tip in circles against my entrance, then let out a loud groan when he started to push in.  "Push out Sabrina.  It will make it easier for you."

I knew that, but had somehow forgotten.  Relaxing, I pushed out, moaning as he made it past the first ring and started sliding inch by
inch into my ass.  I was shocked that it didn't hurt near as much as I'd expected.  I was even more stunned that I liked how full I felt with him burying himself inside of me there.  Sure, I knew I liked anal play, but I'd had no idea that letting him fuck me there would make me feel so damn good.  Why did people fear this so much?  It was amazing.

The sound of his moans made
me crazy, and I was in full rut.  "Oh fuck Dante…. come all the way inside.  I like it!"

He started to pull back when I said that, and I begged him not to go.  "No! No! Fuck me harder. Don't stop!!"

With an animalistic wail, he pumped himself all the way inside of me with one huge thrust.  When he was buried to the hilt, he pushed down on my neck and growled into my ear, "Now your ass is mine, too."

I keened under him, loving his domination of me.
I felt his balls tab against my sex as my ass took him in, and I screamed at how good it felt.  Grabbing my hips in his hands, he started thrusting in and out as I panted and shook underneath him.  I didn't just like anal sex, I fucking loved it.  I was screaming and crying in orgasm in less than sixty seconds, completely undone by the feeling.  I could feel him everywhere, even in my empty sex.  Somehow his being in my ass made me feel it everywhere and it was insanely intense.  It went on forever, the headboard slamming into the wall as we rutted like animals.  The more I came, the harder he fucked.  The harder he fucked, the more I came.

"Fuck S
abrina! It's so fucking tight.  You love this don't you?  You like my cock buried in your ass!"

Letting go off my ass, I clutched the sheets beneath me as I wailed.  "
Oh god, I do!"

He hammered me relentlessly, thrust after thrust that I felt so deeply that my womb was clenching like he was hammering that, too.
When he started spanking me, I lost my mind.  He was a man possessed, pounding into me with such force that I came again and again, screaming and crying out as he took me.

It felt like I'd never stop coming, and I was getting a little gray around the edges.  "Pleaseohpleaseohpleaseohplease come in me! I'm going to pass out!"

Immediately he pulled almost all the way out as he stilled.  "Baby, are you okay?"

I shivered and moaned under him, trying and failing to nod.  "I'm coming so hard I'm starting to l
ose it.  It's too fucking good!  Don’t stop, I want you to finish.  I need you to."

He thrust forward then, hard and fast as I screamed and tore at the sheets beneath me as my body bucked and convulsed.  Ten more hard thrusts like that had me coming again as he exploded inside of me.

I was covered in sweat, completely tapped out.  I hissed when he gently pulled out of me, shivering at the loss.  Flopping onto his back, he stared over at me.

We were both too spent to talk, so we stared at each other in silence for a few mi
nutes.  I was still shivering and feeling the aftershocks from coming so hard, and he seemed to be in some other place as well.  We stayed connected with our eyes though, and what I saw in his made me so happy I shed a tear because I was so full of joy for what we had.  Reaching out, he wiped my tear with his thumb as he smiled at me and said, "Me too baby, me too." Dante knew I wasn't crying from pain or because I was upset, and I loved that he read me so well and understood what I was feeling.

Sometime later when we were both back on the planet and able to function, we made our way to our shower.  After completing our ritual of bathing each other, we both sat on the shower bench.  I leaned back against his chest as the water rained down over us, relaxing me into his arms as he gently rubbed my shoulders.

"You are, hands down, the most perfect and beautiful woman on the planet Mrs. Hart.  That right there was some award-worthy loving. You took me into overdrive.  I thought my entire body was literally going to explode.  You're amazing baby."

Rolling my head back and forth on his chest, I chuckled.  "You're amazing too, Mr. Hart. I
am unquenchable where you're concerned.  You're going to need to take vitamins, because you're going to need to keep up with me."

Leaning down, he placed a tender kiss on my head.  "Vitamins, check.  Got it.  I'll head on over to drugstore and look for something that claims it can help me keep up with my beautiful wife. While I'm there, I'll look for some vitamins for you, too.  We both need to be in tip top shape for
the baby making we're doing."

My smile could have powered a small city.  I loved all of the "pr
actice" that we were getting in, and I couldn't wait for us to start our family.

Early Wednesday evening, we got the call from Aunt Sandra letting us know that Todd Rand was definitely Delilah and Dominique's father.  I breathed an inner sigh of relief for my husband, my sisters-in-law and the rest of the family that they wouldn't have to go through this again.  Talking to my sister the night before, I'd discovered that Damien was really having a hard time with the whole thing for the same reason that Dante had been.  Damien had also told Brooke that Spencer was almost out of his mind with worry, afraid that it would hurt Delilah.  He was convinced that it was too much stress for her to deal with while she was pregnant, and we all got a chuckle out of that.  He was treating her like she was spun glass, and although I could see that Delilah was understanding of his need to do so, I knew that at some point she was going to tell him to chill out.

In the midst of all of this, Brooke and Delilah were trying to plan weddings.  Even anxiety didn't slow Damien down where the need to marry my sister was concerned, and he was chomping at the bit to get things under way. 
Spencer was insisting that he and Delilah get married first because she was pregnant, and Damien was really having his patience tested.

As soon as paternity had been established, Todd had asked to meet the girls.  Dante had set the parameters for that, and we were all waiting for Todd and his son Flynn to arrive at our house for the first meeting.  If Todd thought it odd that Dominique and Delilah's entire family had to be present, he didn't say anything.

Surprisingly, Aunt Sandra seemed the most anxious.  She'd pulled Dante, Damien and Spencer aside and read them the riot act, telling them that she didn't want them pulling any Neanderthal bullshit on Todd.  "He's a really nice man, and he doesn't deserve to be treated like a suspicious criminal.  If you guys start that over-protective thing, I'm not going to be happy.  I love my daughters just as much as you do, and I'm telling you right now, he's not going to hurt them.  I've talked to him almost non-stop for the last few days, and he's a nervous wreck.  Please be polite."

I don't think they would have been rude, but she was right, they did have a tendency to be ridiculously over-protective, not that I could blame them.  Even with Sandra's warning, I felt certain they'd all still be on high alert for anything they didn't think was acceptable.  Asking them to stand down where the family was concerned was like asking the secret service to let the President go out sans protection.  It was never going to happen.

When the doorbell rang, Aunt Sandra was the one to go get it.  The twins stood near the entryway to the living room, hands clasped as they waited to meet their father.  As he came into the room, his son trailing just behind him, I breathed a sigh of relief.  He was nervous too, but he lit up when he saw them.  It broke my heart when he started to cry as he stared at them both.  "You're perfect," he said through his tears.  "I'm so happy to meet you both!"

Like it had been planned, both girls rushed forward at the same moment he opened his arms. 
Dante held my hand in a death grip, but he relaxed a bit when he saw how affected Todd was.  Over and over again, Todd told the girls how sorry he was that he hadn't been there for them.  "It breaks me that I didn't know about you both."

I noticed that poor Flynn stood behind his father, struggling to hold himself together.  He looked stunned, but I could also see that he'd been very worried about his dad.  That said something good about his relationship with his father,
and it made me happy to know that Todd had a son that loved him.  That meant he really was a good man.

Pulling back from their dad, the girls looked at their new brother, Flynn Rand.  It was a little surreal having one of the biggest stars in the world in our home, but the seriousness of the situation pushed most of that aside.  Staring at Todd and Flynn, I saw that Sandra was right.  The twins had Todd's eyes, and so did Flynn.

Flynn looked at the girls like they were a dream.  Smiling at them he said, "I always wanted to have siblings."

Just like that, the girls opened their hearts to their new brother.  They both hugged him, laughing at how tall he was.  Giggling, Dominique shook her head.  "You're just as tall as our other brothers.  No matter what we do, we're always
going to be the shorties!"