Page 73 of Bought and Broken

Tate drops to his knees in front of me, swiping his tongue over my clit.

A whimper slips out, and I grit my teeth.

My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, so even though I can’t make out the look on Tate’s face, I can see that he’s brought his hand to his mouth. See that he’s spitting in it, then bringing his hand back down. And the rhythmic motion of his arm tells me he’s jerking off.

Which is so hot…

“I wish I could watch you,” I say.

“Yeah? You want to see me stroke my cock?”

“God yes.”

“Watch me make myself come?”

“Yes…”

He chuckles, then brings his tongue back to my pussy, lazily licking me as he keeps jerking off. My fingers shake as I hold myself open for him, his hot breath caressing my fingertips. Now and then, his tongue brushes along my finger and for some reason, it turns me on more.

I never got to suck him off in the hotel like I wanted to. I’m eager to do it, but it isn’t something Tate seems to care for. Not that I think he hates it, but he really enjoys fucking me.

I have nothing to compare to, but I’m fairly confident in saying Tate is fantastic with his mouth. No matter how many times he eats me out, he still makes me come so fast. And it can’t be because it’s new… he’s just really freaking good at it.

My body trembles, and my breathing gets heavy. I do my best at keeping quiet.

“Good girl for listening,” he mumbles against me. “Keep yourself spread so I can enjoy you.”

Rolling my lips between my teeth, I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on staying quiet. No matter what he does to me, it all feels so damn good. How does he know my body so well after only having it a few times?

Low groans come from Tate and the sounds have me getting closer and closer to exploding, until I finally can’t take it anymore.

“God, Tate—” I slap a hand over my mouth to stay quiet, my moans muffled as I come hard, riding his face. I’m barely down from the orgasm before he’s slipping inside me, pounding into me. The wet slaps of our bodies are loud, but I couldn’t care less about that. All I care about are the sounds he’s making. His heavy breathing and low groans.

He leans over, putting his hand on my throat, and squeezing. In the dark, I see his grin. He likes that I let him do what he wants. I like that I can let him do what he wants because it feels good for me too.

“You want me to come in this tight pussy?” he growls.

“Y-yes.” I barely get the word out.

“Goddamn right you do, because this pussy belongs to me, doesn’t it?”

A choked sound leaves me as I try to say yes. He squeezes tighter, still fucking me. “Doesn’t it?” he says again.

I nod, unable to speak.

“Say it,” he says, leaning closer. “Tell me this pussy is mine and only mine.”

“Y-yo—”

I dig my nails into his wrist, tugging and trying to turn my head.

“Yours!” I finally manage to get out, but the word is raspy.

He chuckles again, this time it fades into a groan. His forehead presses to mine as he grinds into me.

“And you want me to know it. You’ll fight me to make sure I know this pussy is mine.” He groans deeply. “I’m going to come, Devon. Fuck—”

Another thrust and he’s shuddering, hissing out a breath as his body tenses.

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