Page 176 of Dare To Break

She does as I say. The juice from the strawberry covers her lips and her tongue comes out to lick it away. I pick up another one and instruct her to bite again, but this time it’s my tongue that sweeps up the sweetness from her lips before she can.

She gasps softly, and my tongue invades her mouth, chasing the strawberry flavor, and the pressure of my mouth forces her backward until she’s lying flat and I’m above her. I shift position, bracing myself up on one hand beside her head, and push a leg between her thighs.

Our tongues entwine, duel, battle for dominance. I nip at her lips, sliding one hand beneath her top to curve over her breast, while her arms loop around my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss. She’s eager, hungry, demanding, her fingers spearing into my hair.

The thought that I need to stop her touching me is quickly set aside in favor of the sensations of her fingers curling, tugging at my hair. Her touch is like quickfire, setting my body alight and my dick strains against the front of my sweats, craving more.

I reach behind me and grip her wrist so I can pull it away and down beneath the waistband of my pants. Her fingers curl around my dick, squeezing, and I groan into her mouth. I drag my lips away from hers and kiss my way down her throat, sucking at the soft, fragrant skin as I make my way down to her breast.

My fingers stroke and pinch her nipple into a stiff peak that I take into my mouth through the material of her shirt, my tongue flicking against it.

“More!” Her demand is throaty, and I comply, dragging her t-shirt up to bare her breasts.

I get a quick glimpse of creamy skin before she drags my head down. I catch a nipple between my teeth and press my thigh against her pussy. She rubs against me, grinding herself up and down, and her wetness soaks through her yoga pants and my sweats.

I trail my hand down her body, under her pants and between her legs, which spread eagerly, wantonly. She’s hot, wet, and my finger slides into her body easily. Her back arches, ass lifting up and my mouth follows the direction of my hand, kissing over her stomach, licking a circle around her navel and down. She pulls her hands away from my body and pushes her pants down over her hips just in time for my mouth to land on her pussy.

Our groans echo around the tomb in tandem as my tongue connects with her clit.

I haven’t touched her like this in days and I feast on her like I’m starved, flattening a hand against her stomach when she tries to arch up.

“Don’t move,” I growl. She ignores me so I bite her, catching the fleshy outer lip of her pussy between my teeth.

She gasps. A gasp that turns into a whimper when I sweep my tongue over her clit again. My fingers pump in and out of her body, slippery with her arousal and my dick is so fucking hard, I’m not sure I’ll be able to last if she puts her hands back on me.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” I demand.

She doesn’t reply, lost to the pleasure of my mouth and fingers.

“Say fucking green,” I snarl, lifting so I can release my dick from my sweats. “Say it, Arabella.” I grip her chin between my fingers and kiss her—hard. “Say. Fucking. Green.”

My other hand is between her legs, preparing her for my dick, stretching her pussy so it can take me. But she still hasn’t fucking said yes. I kiss her again, my teeth leaving marks on her lips, her jaw, her throat as she writhes and arches and moans against me.

Her hand finds my dick, curls around it and drags me against her. She’s still wearing her yoga pants, but her legs are wide enough for her to bring my dick against her pussy and I pull my fingers free so she can guide me in.

I bring my soaked fingers up to her lips, and smear her juices over them before bending my head to lick them clean. “Red or green?” I repeat. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

My dick is primed and ready. I can feel her slickness against the head, and I’m all ready to shove inside when she speaks.

“Yes. Green. Now. Please, Sin. Please, fuck me.”

Time stops. I freeze.

Please, Sin.

Not Eli, but Sin.

Fuck.

Chapter 113

Arabella

“Yes. Green. Now.” I groan. “Please, Sin. Please, fuck me.”

The weight of his body on top of me is hot and heavy. I can feel his cock probing at my entrance. My brain is mush, and I can’t think beyond the pleasure taking over my body. I need him inside me. I’m delirious about something I’ve never experienced before, and I don’t care if the first time will hurt.

I’ve been trapped in a well of misery for days, and his message to meet him was a bright light in my sadness. I hadn’t known what to expect, what he was planning, and part of me expected another talk or goodbye.

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