Page 67 of Bought and Broken

“Okay,” I breathe out.

“Get on your hands and knees, Devon.” The tone in which he says that is dark, gravelly. I get goosebumps everywhere. I do as he says, feeling my cum dripping down my thighs.

Tate drags the head of his cock over my hole and my clit. “Fuck, this pussy is so wet for me.” Another swipe over my clit and he’s back at my hole, pushing inside.

I’ve heard this position can be painful because he can go deeper, so I brace myself, but Tate eases his way inside me until his hips are against me. He pulls out, and snaps his hips forward—I cry out, because damn, that kind of hurt.

“You okay, baby?” he asks gently, running his hand up my spine.

“Yes,” I say, panting.

“If it’s too much, you need to tell me.”

“It’s not. It hurt, but it’s not too much.” I turn my head to look at him. “Keep going.”

He leans forward, kissing me. “You’re so fucking perfect, Devon.”

I smile into the mattress as I get comfortable, gripping the sheets.

Tate fucks me hard and fast, just like he said he wanted to. I love every second of it. Every sound he makes, every brush of his fingers. When he comes, I feel each pulse of his cock and I swear he reached my stomach because I feel him in places I didn’t the last two times we did this.

We clean up and finally get our bathing suits on. I grab my sunglasses and work on getting my hair into a loose braid as we make our way to the elevator.

Freshly fucked and off to the beach we go.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Tatum

Devon and I walk along the beach for at least an hour before taking up rest in the sand. We find a spot with soft sand and lie down.

“Anyone ever tell you how fucking hot you are?” I say.

She smiles instantly, and though her eyes are hidden behind those giant sunglasses of hers, I can picture how green they are.

“You’ve told me once or twice over the years. But I’m also pretty sure you called me a hag once.”

I bark out a laugh. I can’t help it. I recall the day that happened.

“You were talking to Jack Michaels.”

“How did I never catch on that all this time you were just jealous?” She says it with a smile. Playfully. But it still fucking hurts. I was jealous in the worst way because of what she did to me. I’ve thought of how she hurt me so many goddamn times and yet I still refuse to call it what it was.

Not only did Devon hurt me, but she cheated on me. The worst kind of hurt. She destroyed my trust. Gave to someone else what should have been mine. How the fuck could she do that?

How I’ve kept it in all this time is a fucking miracle, if I’m honest, because I was certain the day I allowed myself to think about it, I’d explode. It’s why I refused to put a name to it and instead made her life hell. Each time she got upset, it made me feel a little bit better. But nothing will compare to the way she’ll feel when this is all over.

“Tate?”

“Yeah?”

She lifts her glasses, squinting to get a better look at me. “What’s going on? You okay?”

“Fine, why?”

“You just had a strange look on your face.”

I lean in to kiss her. “Just upset about the wasted years between us,” I say against her lips.

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