Page 45 of F*cking Shattered

He pushes back into me, our skin slaps together as the headboard hits the wall again. “And?” he growls.

“You’re mine!” I scream.

Finally, he pulls out suddenly and slams into me just as quick. But this time, he doesn’t pause or slow. This time, he’s lost control and he pumps into me hard and fast, unable to stop.

Before I know what is happening, he’s rolling us over so I’m on top. “I want to watch you ride me.” There is this rawness about him that makes my stomach clench while my arousal drenches him.

I begin moving up and down his length while watching him. I want to see what I do to him.

“You had me so fucking hard when you were up there with that fuck me look in your eyes. All I could think about was sinking myself deep inside that soaking wet pussy of yours.”

His words do more to me than anything else. Knowing that I teased him and had him so worked up makes my body hum, craving every inch of him. Just from thinking about how turned on I had him causes my orgasm to build inside of me. I call out while he thrusts up from beneath me. His hands squeeze my thighs as I grind against him, bringing me to the tip-top of my release before it shatters and rains down on me.

As I’m riding out every last wave, he quickly rolls me over and pumps into me until he’s shattering right along with me.

He rolls to his back and pulls me against his chest. My hair clings to my sticky skin and I push it away before listening to the deep drum of his erratic heart.

“I am sorry for what I said earlier.”

I feel his head move, trying to see me in the darkened room. “I’m sorry for making you jealous. I didn’t mean to, but when I saw how cute you look when you’re angry, I saw how it drove you to act the way you really wanted, without being held back, I couldn’t help myself. You were free tonight. I saw all your insecurities fall away while you were up there throwing everything on the table.”

I smile and roll to my stomach to see his face. “I think you owe me something now.”

I can see the shadow his smile creates on his face. “What do you want to know?”

I think it over quickly. “Earlier when you told me about your friend. You seemed so full of regret. Like maybe if you had stayed there with him, he would still be here.”

He doesn’t reply, but I can feel his eyes on me. “The day you saw me at Katie’s parents’ house, did you see the same thing in me that you saw in him? Is that why we’re together, because you were afraid to turn your back on me in fear I may hurt myself?”

He rolls us over and brushes my hair away from my eyes. “God no. I could have seen you on the street and had the same overwhelming feeling of need for you. I didn’t want to save you. I just fucking wanted you. My soul wanted you. It’s like you’re my other half that I didn’t realize I was missing until I saw you.”

I nod as my eyes fill with tears. I know what he’s talking about because it’s the exact same way I feel about him. I don’t know what this connection is, soulmates or two broken people finding some relief in each other, but whatever it is, it’s strong and it doesn’t waver. No matter how hard I tried to ignore it or run from it, it’s still there, growing stronger with each passing moment we share together.

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We wake in the morning in a tangled mess. My left leg is thrown over his right leg. My right arm is under his pillow while his right arm is drooped over my side, holding me close.

He hasn’t woke yet, so I hold real still and just allow myself a few minutes of admiration. If I look at him this way when he’s awake, his head will swell and it’s already big enough.

His beautiful blue eyes are closed and covered by long eyelashes any girl would kill for. His soft lips are slightly apart, blowing his warm breath across my face. This man is absolutely gorgeous, everything from his six pack abs, to his hard and toned biceps, to his jaw bones that go on for days. He looks like a Greek God, but with a dirtier, rougher edge to him.

His eyes flutter open and he offers a sleepy smile. “Why are you watching me sleep?”

“Because I’m awake and didn’t want to wake you.”

He untangles himself from me. “How are you even up? Aren’t you hungover? I saw the way you sucked that fish bowl down last night.”

Now that he mentions it I do feel like shit. My stomach churns and a dull ache ringing through my head makes itself known.

“Yeah, I’m never drinking again.” I remember the last time I thought that exact same thing and it sends a jolt straight to my heart.

He sits up, grabbing something off the night stand before turning back to me. “A little hair of the dog?” He tosses me the flask.

I want to puke on him for even suggesting that. “Fuck no!” I toss it back as he chuckles and stands from the bed, completely naked. His toned back and firm ass tease me. I feel the pool gathering between my legs.

As he rounds the corner of the bed, his eyes fall on me and my heavy breathing. “See something you like, sweetheart?”

“I see a lot of things I like.”

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