Page 190 of Dare To Break

Her hands run up my arms, around my neck, into my hair and she arches into me, her breasts rubbing against my chest. It reminds me that there are clothes between us, a barrier that I need to remove, so I break free and flick the front of her shirt.

“Take it off.”

She doesn’t argue, pulling the t-shirt off and tossing it on top of mine. I can’t stop a smile. She’s wearing the lacy bra I bought. My hand curves over her breast and I squeeze. A soft moan escapes her lips.

“Harder.”

“I said don’t fucking talk.”

She laughs, a brittle humorless sound. “Make me stop.”

My mouth finds hers again, and her lips part eagerly beneath mine for my tongue to invade. Her hands are sliding down my back, into my sweats and her nails dig into my ass, driving me forward until my dick is pressing into her stomach.

“Do you want to fuck me, Eli?”

My name on her lips turns me to stone.

“More than I’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone in my life.” I don’t bother lying. What would be the point? She can feel the evidence right there between us.

She brings one hand between our bodies, pushes it back down into my sweats and wraps her fingers around my dick.

“Do you want to stick your cock into my pussy?” She rubs against me while she strokes up and down.

“I said, stop fucking talking.” The demand ends on a groan when her thumb slides over the head of my dick.

“And I said make me,” she whispers against my mouth.

I wrap an arm around her waist and lift her off her feet, turn and stride to the bed.

“If you’re going to change your mind, now’s the time.” I drop her to the mattress, and drag down her yoga pants, taking her panties with them. “Because once I’m inside you, I’m not going to stop.”

Her legs part, showing me a glimpse of wet, glistening flesh, as soon as the pants leave her feet.

“Less talking, more doing. You’ve fucked me in every other way. You might as well complete the set.”

I shove my sweats down, kick out of them, and climb onto the bed, straddling her hips. She immediately grips my dick again, this time circling it with both hands and pumps them up and down.

I reach down to stroke a finger over her pussy and push it inside her. She’s wet, hot, and everything I want. She arches up. I push a second finger in, and she moans, hips jerking as she fucks them.

“How many others have been inside you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she taunts. “Afraid you won’t match up?”

“Worried I might break you.” It’s not a lie. She looks so fucking tiny lying beneath me.

She gives a derisive-sounding laugh. “Are you looking for an excuse to stop, Eli? Is that who you really are? All talk and no delivery?”

It’s my turn to narrow my eyes at her. I pull my fingers free from her body, swat her hands off my dick and shift my position, so my legs are between hers. “Oh, I can deliver, Princess.”

“Prove it then.”

I grip my dick, find her entrance, and line myself up.

“Just remember you asked for this,” I warn her, and thrust inside.

She screams. Fucking screams, and goes rigid beneath me. It takes a second for my brain to process what my eyes are telling me. But when it finally catches up, I start to withdraw, only to find her nails digging a hole in my ass as she fights against my attempt to roll away.

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare,” she snarls. There are tears in her eyes, fury in her expression as she refuses to free my dick from her pussy.

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