Shattered Heart: The Donnellys, Book 3

by Dorothy F. Shaw

  Shane kept at it. “Give it to me. Fuck yeah. Yes! So damn good.”

  Before she’d even caught her breath, or could see straight, Shane reared up and flipped her over, and she was face-to-face with her mattress. Uh-oh! He yanked her hips high, ran his fingers from her clit through her slit and then his palm landed on her ass cheek. CRACK!

  “Oh, fuck!” Tingling heat spread from the spot he’d slapped. Panting, Cyn turned her head and moaned. And then he slapped the other side with an equal amount of fervor. It stung. A fuckton. But in the most delicious way.

  Shane smoothed his rough palm over both spots, then trailed his fingers between the cleft of her ass, stroking over her anus. A sound came out of Cyn she would’ve never thought was her own, and her eyes glazed over.

  “Want me here, tonight?” He pressed the tip of a finger against the puckered opening.

  “Yes.” She arched, raising her ass higher. “Want you any way, all ways, please.” She wasn’t a woman who normally liked anal. She’d tried a few times in her past, but being petite, it never seemed to feel right or work for her. Shane’s cock was huge, and she should be scared at the thought of him even trying. But in that moment, she was so gone in a hazy orgasmic bliss and desperate to have more of him, she’d even take him there.

  “Mmm. Girl, gonna be the death of me.” He moved his hand, and she felt his cock sliding through the folds of her pussy. “Not yet. But I do plan on making this sweet cunt come for me a few more times.”

  She whimpered and curled the sheets tight in her fists. Most guys bragged, were all talk. Most guys tried to do what Shane just vowed. And most guys failed.

  But Shane didn’t brag or try, or fail. Shane delivered.

  The head of his cock dragged over her clit before sliding, with one solid thrust, into her cunt. The swollen crown grazed her G-spot on his entry. Cyn closed her eyes and let out a ragged moan. Sweet Jesus! There wasn’t a doubt in Cyn’s mind that by the time he was done with her, Shane would make good on his vow, and she’d orgasm more times for him than she ever had in one night for anyone else.

  Shane stared down at the heart-shaped ass pressed to his pelvis. Damn thing was full, round, and the closest thing to perfect he’d ever seen. He wanted to take Cyn’s ass, almost had. But tonight wasn’t the night for that. There’d be others. But goddamn, so fucking tempting, especially when he’d stroked over her tight hole and she arched further, pressing against his fingers.

  “Shane, please?” She shifted her hips.

  “Shh…I got you.” He smoothed his palms over her backside where he’d left his mark. Gripping her hips tight, he drew his dick out and drilled back in. Hard. Her ass cheeks jiggled each time his pelvis bounced against her and Shane had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from losing his mind.

  She arched, rolling her hips. “Oh fuck! Oh, fuck, yes!”

  “Slide your hand down and rub your clit.” He gritted his teeth and powered into her. Fuck, she was magnificent. Shane’s balls tightened, his orgasm ready to break free. But not yet, first her. Always her.

  With every thrust into her, she moaned, groaned and whimpered. Each sound she made was music to his ears as they climbed in octave. Her cunt clenched around his shaft and he growled. “Fuck…” He sucked his thumb into his mouth, wetting it, then slid it through the cleft of her ass. “Keep working that clit for me.” Shane pressed his thumb into her asshole.

  Cyn screamed, arched her back and slammed against him. Her pussy squeezed his dick as she came, shouting his name, rocking against him and taking what she wanted. He was happy to give it to her. Shit, he was happy to give her anything she wanted. Shane bent over her, his chest tight to her back and let himself go—pounding into her with reckless abandon.

  She reached between her legs, caught his balls in her palm and squeezed. That did it. “Fuuuckkk!” Shane’s orgasm hit, and as it did, he clamped her shoulder between his teeth. Panting through his nose, his cocked jerked, over and over inside her. He closed his eyes and drowned in the waves of his climax, the spasms from her tight cunt milking him, and the feel of her petite body beneath him.

  When his body finally settled, he slipped from her channel and rolled to her side. At some point, Cyn had collapsed to the bed. Though he wasn’t sure when that’d happened. He brushed her hair away from her eyes. “You okay?”

  She nodded. “More than okay.” Her voice was a bare whisper, with a hint of a rasp threaded through it.

  He propped himself on an elbow and trailed his fingers down her spine. “Not done with you yet.”

  “Damn, Shane.” She smiled. “Really?”

  “Yeah. Really.” He kissed the tip of her nose before rolling away and off the bed in search of the bathroom. After a quick cleanup, he returned. She’d pulled the sheet over her and was curled on her side, eyes closed. Jesus, she was petite, yet fit him to a T.

  He’d always been attracted to taller women; considering his size and height, it just seemed to work better. But so far with Cyn, when they were lying down—and he was buried deep inside her—their difference in height and size didn’t matter.

  He slid in the bed beside her and she opened her eyes, scooted closer and laid one of her knock-’im-on-his-ass kisses on him. Shane curled an arm around her back and pulled her tighter to his chest. Yeah, so not done with her yet. He rolled to his back, taking her with him, his mouth still fused to hers.

  Cyn broke from his lips and kissed down his jaw to his neck. “Not done with you yet either.” She grazed his shoulder with her teeth and licked her way down his chest, sucking and nibbling at his skin as she went.

  “Good to know.” Shane sucked in a breath when she found his nipple and bit it. He cupped the back of her head, and then ran his fingers through her soft hair.

  “You smell so good.” She pressed her face to his abs. “Taste even better.” She moaned and circled his belly button with her tongue.

  He gripped the back of her hair and tugged. “Cyn…”

  “Mmm?” She licked down the line of hair leading from his naval to his pelvis.

  “Cyn…”

  “Mmhmm?” She licked over the rapidly growing head of his cock.

  Shane jacked his head back onto the pillows and hissed through his teeth. “Oh my…fuck!”

  “Shhh.” She sucked the head between her lips.

  Shane sucked in another sharp breath and glanced down at her. Regardless of the dimness of the room, it was easy to see she had her pretty brown eyes trained on him and her lips wrapped tight around his dick. As crazy as it sounded, she looked like a fucking angel—with maybe a tiny set of devil horns adorning her short crown of chestnut-colored hair.

  She closed her eyes as she took him deep into the haven of her mouth and his prick swelled, full and hard. He moaned, his hips thrusting up on their own. But he refused to take his gaze from her. She was magnificent sucking his dick. Shane knew he’d never forget how he felt and how she looked at that moment. Ever.

  Cyn worked him with her mouth, teeth and tongue—sucking and licking, nipping and teasing. He could’ve come again for her—but like before, not yet. First her. Always her…

  Cyn had a mouthful of Shane’s cock, when suddenly she was lifted by her arms, spun around and laid out flat on top of him, facing the opposite direction. She’d started to protest, but his dick was in her face, so she was happy about that, but then she felt it. Him. His lips. Good God! Shane dragged his tongue through her folds and her body went loose and tight at the same time. Good. Fucking. God!

  Doing her best to get herself back on track and suck him until he lost his mind, she grabbed him by the base of his shaft and slid him back in her mouth. At the same time, Shane dragged a finger, or maybe a thumb, she couldn’t be sure, through her very wet pussy and then pressed it into her ass. His cock popped from her mouth. “Oh fuck!”

  “Swear to God, gonna have this ass. So
meday, gonna have it.”

  “Shane…” Her words sounded breathless, her voice a bare whisper as a shiver raced down her spine. With his tongue buried inside her pussy, he worked her with his fingers. Cyn’s channel clenched, her clit pulsed and her ass burned, but in the most decadent way—all of it building her back up.

  But it was his words…his words had done the most to cause her orgasm to come rushing to the surface. Cyn swallowed and tried to focus on his cock. She didn’t want to come yet. She licked down the shaft to his ba—CRACK! The flat of Shane’s palm landed on her ass cheek and Cyn’s head jerked up. “Holy shit!”

  He growled and yanked her by the hips. “Need this pussy.” In the next breath, his mouth was on her clit, sucking hard. Two fingers drove into her channel, and his thumb pressed back into her ass.

  Dammit, now she couldn’t reach his cock to continue sucking. Cyn licked her palm, extended her hand and gripped his shaft. She got one stroke in before Shane flicked her clit with his tongue, nipped it with his teeth and, curling his fingers, hit her G-spot. Fuck, she was going to come. She was going to come so hard she might split in two. “Shane!”

  He pressed deeper into her ass, stroked in and out of her cunt and sucked her clit—he didn’t stop or slow, granting her no mercy. Cyn squeezed the head of his cock, and he growled but didn’t take his mouth from her. The rumble from his growl vibrated through her, and the ball of heat building in her stomach got bigger. She moaned and rocked her hips, riding his face with no shame at all.

  Unable to focus on his gorgeous prick, she let it go and smoothed her hands down his sides. She buried her face in his abs and let him take her exactly where he wanted her to go, which was apparently orgasm heaven. She was going to come, just a little more—Oh, God!

  Shane curled his fingers again and pressed them against that sensitive spot inside her, sucked hard on her clit, and pulled his thumb from her ass. Cyn held onto to him as a wave of pure sexual heat blazed through her…and then his hand landed on her butt cheek so hard it brought tears to her eyes.

  Cyn’s orgasm hit with a force harder than the palm of Shane’s hand and she let out a guttural moan that she sucked back into her lungs and released again. The waves of her climax rolled through her, one after the other. On and on until she’d lost all sense of anything but his body beneath her, and his hands and tongue. Shane…his scent, his feel, his everything.

  The room spun around her and she realized she was moving again. Shane had turned her, settling her astride his hips. The length of his cock positioned along the seam of her sex. Cyn dragged in a ragged breath and without thought rocked her pelvis forward and back, gliding her slick folds over his shaft. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, that’s good.” She bent forward and kissed him, rubbing her tongue over his, tasting her juices mixed with the heady flavor that was all him. Pleasure blazed through Cyn like a wild fire. “Need another condom,” she breathed against his lips.

  “On it.” Without shifting from beneath her, he stretched his long arm to the nightstand and pulled another condom from the drawer. He tore the package open. “Lift up, babe.”

  She did as he asked—her ass in the air and her lips to his throat. When he was done, he ran two fingers over her asshole again, then urged her back down. Cyn let out a gasp when she felt the solid head of him at the mouth of her pussy. Sitting upright, she gazed at him as she slid down his cock, taking him fully inside her. “Shane Conlon, you could become an addiction.”

  “I’m game.” He gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them apart, then raked his fingertips down her thighs. When he reached her knees, Shane raised his arms and placed his hands behind his head. “Ride that prick, girl. Let me see those gorgeous tits of yours bouncing and begging me for attention.”

  She giggled. “All I’m missing are some boots and a hat.”

  The corners of his mouth curved into a devilish grin. “That can be arranged.” He popped his hips. “Come on now, move that fine ass of yours.”

  “Giddy-up.” She cupped her tits in her hands, tweaked her nipples, before moving her palms to his chest for balance. Cyn rolled her hips, rising and falling onto his prick, losing her breath each time she was stuffed full of thickness. Heat swirled low in her tummy. She’d never had stamina like this. How many orgasms had he drawn from her already? Three? Four? Christ, she’d lost count. Figuring there was no way in hell she’d come again, Cyn closed her eyes and rode him at a slow and easy pace, rolling her pelvis on each downward slide.

  Shane moaned through each of his deep pants for breath. “That’s it. Ride my cock like you own it. Fuck, let me taste those sweet nipples.”

  Cyn curled forward. Shane met her halfway and took both breasts in his hands, and squeezed. She gasped and licked her lips. “I love my tits played with.”

  “Happy to oblige.” With her full breasts in his palms, he pressed them together and switched from one nipple to the other, sucking, biting, and sucking again.

  Using his shoulders for leverage, Cyn bucked her hips forward and back, a whole lot faster than she’d been just a moment before. The play on her tits was going to drive her over the edge again. Plus, in this position, her clit was getting plenty of stimulation. Good God, she was definitely going to come again. “Yes! Shane, fuck!”

  Shane released her breasts, gripped her hips and slid her back and forth against him. “Give it to me, Cyn. Come all over my dick again.” He kissed her hard, then pulled away. “So fucking sweet. Your cunt is so goddamn sweet, I can barely stand it.”

  Cyn’s orgasm hit and she threw her head back, yelling so loud it echoed around the room. Before she’d had a chance to even think about recovering, Shane rolled them, rose to his knees, and jerked her legs up over his shoulders.

  And then he fucked her. Like he’d been doing, yet different. Harder. Faster. In a completely primal way.

  Shane pounded into her and her pussy clenched again—the tingles from her last mind-blowing orgasm still alive and well and pulsing in her clit. God, but he was fucking amazing to see. The veins in his neck stood out, his jaw was clenched tight, and his lips were pressed in a firm line.

  All she could do was hold on to anything she could reach. His arms… The sheets…and finally the headboard. He fucked her like a wild man, and she took all he wanted to give her, and enjoyed every fucking minute of it. “Come for me, honey. Let me feel that big cock pulse inside me.”

  “I got something better for you. Fuck—”

  “Yeah?” She rocked her pelvis, meeting his thrusts. “Give it to me.”

  “Hell, yeah. Here it comes.” In one motion, Shane jerked from her channel, ripped off the condom, and took himself in hand. He bent forward, stroking his length.

  Hot ribbons of semen spurted over her belly and tits. Cyn’s eyes went wide as he pumped his fist up and down…her skin tingling everywhere he marked her. Caught in the web of the heady moment, she smoothed the hot creamy fluid over her body, moaning as she did. She actually might’ve lost her mind because…without thinking she spoke. “Oh my God. I love you!”

  Whoa! What the fuck, what?

  Chapter Twelve

  The next evening, Cyn stood at the front of the church, bouquet held tight in her hands, beside her sisters and Jodi, the matron of honor, as her brother Ryan and his soon to be wife, Maiya, exchanged vows. It’d been less than twenty-four hours since her night of mind-blowing, unfuckingbelievable sex with Shane and she couldn’t get the memory out of her mind.

  She stifled a yawn—still tired from the prior night’s party and extra-sexual activities—and glanced over at Shane. He was sitting in the pews about four rows back, focused on her brother and Maiya, clad in a navy-blue suit, pale gray shirt and burgundy tie. Basically looking too gorgeous for words.

  “I, Maiya Anne Rossini, promise to cherish, to hold, and yes, even sometimes obey…but only in the bedroom…”

  Cyn barked a laugh. Ryan threw his head
back; his laugh loud and filled with love. All their friends and family laughed too, though there were a few gasps. Leave it to Maiya to crack everyone up as she committed her life to Cyn’s brother. God, she adored Maiya. She was perfect for Ryan, and for Jacob too.

  Cyn focused on Maiya’s profile as her future sister-in-law stared into Ryan’s eyes, his hands clasped in hers. “To do the dishes when you cook. To read Jacob bedtime stories. To be the best wife I can be. Ryan, I vow to love you for all the days of my life, and with all that I have inside my heart and soul. But I also vow to let you love me in return.” Maiya slid Ryan’s wedding band on his ring finger.

  A few tears escaped down Ryan’s cheeks and he nodded, his gaze roaming over Maiya’s face. He leaned in and kissed her. That was more than Cyn could take. She blinked, trying for all it was worth to save her makeup, but it was no use. Wetness coated her cheeks and she sucked in a harsh breath. Witnessing the raw beauty of what her brother, and so many others she knew had, pushed Cyn to a place where she was caught between absolute happiness for her brother and a stifling longing for her own slice of happiness.

  The priest cleared his throat, and with a smile leaned close to Ryan and Maiya. “We’re not to that part yet.”

  The whole church started laughing again, and it was enough, thank God, to pull Cyn back to the moment. Which was right where she was supposed to be. Today wasn’t about her. Or her relationship drama. She glanced over at Shane again, but this time he was looking straight at her. Her breath caught in her throat, and her stomach tightened.

  She couldn’t fully decipher the expression in his eyes, but could tell that among whatever else he was thinking, lust for her was present. Sex with him had been something out of a dream. They clicked in a way most people only wished for.

  Shane knew her body, knew how to make it sing. She had no idea how, just that he did. Cyn had had at least six orgasms. Six! Who the fuck had six orgasms in one night? She shifted on her feet and the ache in her hips she’d been trying to ignore all day made its presence known.