Page 60 of They Break Beauty

“Yes,” I moaned. “God, yes.”

He didn’t stop then, finger-fucking me with wild abandon.

Hell, the way he filled me with just his fingers, the way he moved, curling and thrusting with such ferocity and passion… it took me over and I threw my head back and started fucking back against him, moving with him, until I was completely immersed in just the moment, just him and me.

I was barely aware of what else he was doing, until his rhythm broke for a second, and then I noticed that he was no longer grabbing my thigh, but using his hips to support me while he made me come undone. And then I felt it.

His big cock grinding along my inner thigh.

I jolted, snapping out of my bliss haze.

“We… can’t… not here… not…”

“Shh,” he crooned, brushing his lips over mine. “I’m not gonna fuck you.”

I frowned, not understanding.

“I know you’re not ready for that.”

He did?

The surprise must have been all over me, because he brushed some strays strands of my hair out of my face in an unprecedented tender gesture as he said, “I told you, I know how to make it better, to give you what you need. Just try to trust me.”

He brushed his thumb over my clit, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through my body.

His eyes darkening, on me the entire time, he sped up, until he was brushing then flicking, then pulling, while his fingers ravaged me, his cock so close to all of it as he ground his shaft against the sensitive flesh of my thigh harder, more determinedly, like he wanted to make damn sure I couldn’t forget that it was there, not even for a moment.

I was drowning in his attentions, drowning in his gaze, losing myself to the building pleasure.

Moans were spilling from my lips and needy sounds I couldn’t control for the life of me.

The next thing I knew, I was letting go and grabbing his nape, then yanking his mouth to mine.

I took him in a bruising kiss, pouring all my confusion, frustration, and long-denied need into it. A dark laugh rumbled from him as I lost it and thrust my tongue into his mouth, tangling wildly with his. He let me dominate, explore, and relish it, while he stepped up his torment down below until I was thrusting my hips wildly, and fisting my hand in his tee, holding him to me, needing him against me.

Closer, closer.

The wave hit me without proper warning and I was ripping my mouth from his then and shrieking out into the night, my body convulsing with the power of it as it tore through me.

“Fuck, the way you come… out of this world,” I heard him say as I was in the throes of it.

He shifted his weight, roughly grasped both my thighs, then grunted, a moment before warm liquid sprayed over my inner thigh.

I choked out a gasp.

Had he actually—

The smirk on his face said it all.

Sadistic satisfaction lit his rugged features as he lifted my dress and made me watch as he smeared his cum all over my pussy.

Before I even had a proper chance to register that, he snatched up my panties and eased them back up my legs, fixing them into place. “You’ll keep me there as you drive home. Preferably through the night too. But I doubt you’ll go that far. No matter, we’ll work up to that.” He released my thighs and tucked himself in, then stroked my hair. “My Wildflower.”

Still dazed and trying to get a handle on what had just happened, all I could manage to ask was, “Why do you call me that?”

He smiled. “One, because I know about your tattoo of the dandelions. Two, and most importantly, because people think wildflowers are fragile and weak, but they actually survive brutal weather and awful conditions and somehow manage to thrive in the worse situations and environments. They’re also beauty amongst brutality.” He kissed my cheek softly. “And you, Brianna, you were an angel among demons. That’s what I saw six years ago and what I still see now, despite your attempt to hide it.”

Oh my God.

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