Page 52 of Bought and Broken

Tate doesn’t let up, he keeps licking me, his grip on me tightening when I try to fight him off. He sucks on my clit, this gentle suckling motion that has me dizzy. All the muscles in my body are tight and before I know what’s happening, another orgasm crashes over me—this one fast and intense. I cry out, unable to stop myself.

The timer goes off, alerting us that it’s been a minute.

Tate wipes his mouth, then holds out two fingers toward me.

“I wouldn’t be too proud of that,” I say, trying to catch my breath. Two orgasms in less than a minute? Is he some kind of magician? Damn…

“No? That’s too bad because I am. Pretty sure that’s my personal best.”

“Ew. Don’t compare me to all the whores you’ve had your mouth on.” I sit up, pulling my shirt off and tossing it away.

Tate’s hungry eyes are glued to my boobs.

He leans over me, pushing me to the bed and sucking my nipple into his mouth. I moan softly as he licks across to the other one, nibbling on it.

The heavy weight of his cock rests on my sensitive clit. With each swipe, I jerk away, too sensitive to be touched.

“Can you please just do it already?” I breathe out.

“Are you on birth control?” he asks.

“Yes. Are you clean?”

“I was at the auction, wasn’t I?”

Good point.

Tate holds my gaze, something akin to him being unsure passes across his eyes before he shifts his hips, so his dick is pressing at my entrance. Does he not want to do this? Why wouldn’t he want to do this? Will I be able to look him in the eye if he changes his mind?

“You sure about this?” he asks. “Last chance to tell me no.”

I shake my head. “I want you to do it.” I didn’t realize how true that statement was until this very moment. “Are you sure?”

He huffs out a laugh. “I’ve never been surer about anything in my life.”

He pushes into me slowly, and at first, it’s just a stretching feeling. His dick is much bigger than any dildo I’ve ever used. Tate takes his time pulling out and going back in. Each time he goes a little deeper, and the stretch hurts a little more.

Tate takes his time settling inside me, pausing when my body tenses.

“You good, baby?” he asks, brushing his cheek along mine.

“Yes…”

I had no idea what my first time would be like, but I’m grateful Tate is taking his time. That he isn’t rushing through it. That he’s worried about how I’m feeling and not just enjoying the fact he gets to fuck a virgin.

I grip the back of his head, locking my legs around his waist as he rocks in and out of me. He’s so hard, I swear I feel every inch of him inside of me. Every ridge, every vein, every pulse. He feels so much different from the toys I’ve used. Warm and harder. It’s… I love it.

He kisses the spot just beneath my ear, letting out the softest moan. “Fuck, you really are so tight, baby.”

I’m overrun with emotion as he slowly fucks me. I can’t be sure if it’s the orgasms or the situation. Maybe it’s everything. But I’m pretty sure my plan to keep my feelings out of this has just gone out the window.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Tatum

Each thrust inside her is like another nail in the coffin. With each thrust, I lose myself to her more and more. But I don’t stop. Even though there’s this little voice in the back of my head telling me not to do this. It’s wrong. It’s going to blow up in my face. It’s not worth it. I’m a piece of shit. The list goes on and on.

But it was her idea. She wanted to do this. She asked me. She said please.

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