Page 49 of Bought and Broken

As expected, she falls asleep before the movie is done. She never could stay awake through a movie. When it’s over, I carefully get up and carry her into her room.

I’m not sure if she planned on me fucking her tonight, but it’s clear that isn’t happening now that she’s passed out.

Could this situation be any more perfect? I mean, I’m going to get revenge while getting laid? Fuck, I’m lucky.

The deeper she falls, the better. The more time I have to make her fall, the better. The more tools I have to make her fall in love with me, the goddamn better. I thought I would have to keep cooking for her, buying her things, taking her places… doing all that dating shit I can’t stand. All the things that make me not want a girlfriend. But now that sex is on the table and I can make her fall in love with me that way? Fuck, this is going to go so smoothly. I’ve had girls I don’t know tell me they love me just from me licking their pussy. When I show Devon what she’s been missing out on all this time, she’ll be putty in my hands.

I put Devon on her bed, keeping her all wrapped up in the blankets. When I pull my hands from beneath her, her hand finds my wrist.

“Stay with me?” she whispers sleepily. “Please.”

Abso-fucking-lutely, baby.

I crawl onto the bed, putting my phone on the nightstand before getting comfortable on my back. She moves closer, putting her hand on my chest and nuzzling her face in my neck.

“You always smell so good, Tate,” she murmurs.

I swallow hard, her raspy voice making my dick ache.

Her breathing slows again, and I’m sure she’s asleep. I stare up at the ceiling, wide awake for a long time. Normally when I can’t sleep, I work out. But I don’t want to move because I don’t want to wake her. Eventually, I fall asleep, only to be woken up by Devon rubbing my dick.

“Devon,” I say, pushing her hand away.

“Come on, Tate. You said you would.”

She sounds so far away, but she grabs my dick again, squeezing. She can’t be far if she’s touching me. I thrust my hips up, wanting more pressure from her hand. Wanting her mouth. Her pussy. Wanting her to make me come.

“Wake up, Tate.”

I blink my eyes open and find Devon kneeling beside me. My dick is out, hard, and leaking pre-cum that’s glistening in the soft light seeping through the curtains.

“You said you would,” she repeats, practically pouting.

For some reason, I feel differently about this whole thing now. Hesitant, like it’s a bad idea. Maybe because I’m half asleep and not in my right mind.

“Please,” she says, squeezing my dick again.

I groan. “Desperation isn’t sexy.”

“I’m sure you’ve fucked worse,” she says, and I smirk.

I grab her arm and pull her toward me, rolling us so I’m on top of her. She’s still in all her clothes—sweatpants and a t-shirt I can see the points of her nipples through. Settling between her legs, I look down at her.

“Are you sure about this?”

She nods.

Well, if she’s sure, I’m sure.

I lean close to her ear. “Say please.”

A whoosh of air leaves her lips, caressing my neck.

“Please,” she whispers, and I smile against her cheek.

She can’t blame this on me later… She’s the one begging for it.

Chapter Twenty-Six

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