Page 75 of Unbroken

It felt so good that I didn’t want to stop him, but he heard it a second after I did. His movements paused, and he glanced over my shoulder.

“Maybe against the door wasn’t the best idea.” He chuckled breathlessly. “I just couldn’t wait another second. Especially when you started begging.”

I kissed him softly and peered at the bed behind him. Inclining my head toward it, I whispered, “Turn around, lay me down on the bed, and fuck me the exact same way.Please.”

The last word triggered a sweetly devious grin to split his face as he pulled me away from the door. He carried me over to the head of the bed and kissed me soundly before he dropped me onto the pillows. His cock slipped free, and I groaned at the loss of him. But with the moonlight streaming through the open window, I finally got to see him in all his large, masculine glory. I appraised him as he stood next to the bed. Detailed tattoos covered his torso, most of his arms, and even his thighs. There was one lone piece on his calf, but I didn’t look for too long.

I dragged my eyes back up and eyed his cock, standing proudly between his legs. It was slick with my arousal, and my legs parted in response. I knew that trail of dark hair starting at his chest and down his stomach would lead to something impressive.

The same time his fingers wrapped around his shaft, my fingers connected with my clit. His hand pumped up, covering the rounded head before slipping back down to the base. Using my arousal to pump himself, I could watch him all day. But the ache between my legs was nearly too much.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he growled, his hand moving faster.

“Like what?”

“Like you want to devour me.”

A moan parted my lips, and my free hand palmed one of my breasts, toying with the piercing between my fingers. Pleasure zapped through me with one small tug. I slipped two fingers into my cunt, but it was nothing compared to him.

And whatever look I was giving him, he was giving me tenfold. He was staring at me like he not only wanted to devour me but wanted to do it in the most slow, pleasurable way possible.

His hungry gaze roved over my body, but I wanted his hands on me as well as his eyes. A moment later, I got my wish when he noticed the fingers I’d buried inside myself. Something snapped, and he was climbing on the bed. He pulled my hand free and kneeled between my spread thighs.

My hand in his, he twisted my wrist and watched my fingers glisten in the moonlight. He licked his lip before he shoved those two fingers in his mouth. He was jacking himself again to the taste of me on my hand, and my cunt ached to be filled.

Knowing the type of reaction I would get, I muttered, “Please, Devon. Please.” And he let my hand fall. Crowding over me, I loved the hugeness of his body spread above me.

“Fucking beautiful girl,” he said, sheathing his cock inside me in one hard thrust. He devoured my gasped moan and braced his elbows on either side of my head. “Look at me while I fuck you. I want to see your gray eyes blown with fucking pleasure.”

I nodded, completely beyond words as he moved inside me. His thumbs stroked my temples, and I did as he asked. I kept my eyes focused on him as my hands encircled his neck.

It wasn’t a hardship to watch his hazel eyes darken or his chest heave with labored breaths. Our earlier words in the kitchen echoed through my mind—it was right. It felt so rightthat it took my breath away. There was no awkwardness or fumbling.

It was like that was the way it was always supposed to be.

“We fit together so well,” he said. He lifted up slightly and used one of his large hands to push the inside of my right leg down. Open unbelievably wide, we both stared at where his cock disappeared inside of me. His thrusts were measured and targeted, pulling out almost completely before surging back forward. “Like we were made for each other.”

I felt it, but hearing him voice it was that much better. I tightened around his cock at his words, and a choked sound ripped from his throat. His hips flexed, and his slow, concentrated movements turned carnal. The slap of his hips against mine echoed through the room, and the sex hung in the air around us. A thick cloud that we breathed in and out.

He shook his head and bared his teeth. Blown pupils met mine. “I can’t last.Fuck, you’re just too good. This is too good.” One arm still poised near my head, his other hand wrapped around my hip with a bruising force.

“Don’t hold back. You promised you wouldn’t,” I breathed against his lips. My hands swept down his back until I gripped his ass in my hands and urged him deeper. I didn’t know deeper was possible, but he somehow managed to find it. Both of us cried out together as he brushed a spot inside of me I hadn’t known was there.

“You’re gonna drive me fucking crazy,” he moaned. “I can’t—I can’t take it.”

“I can,” I said. “I can take it. So, please, give it to me.”

His hand on my hip tightened and his other wrapped around the back of my neck. Our mouths collided, and with a few final, hard thrusts, he was spilling inside me.

My mouth muffled his cries, and my hands continued to push him deeper and deeper with every pulse of his cock. His head lolled to the side, and he buried his face in my neck. Hedropped down on top of me, and although I hadn’t come, I was still so satisfied.

After a few seconds, he kissed my neck and pushed himself back up. “Fuck, I really wanted to wait for you, but I couldn’t. This pussy is perfect.” His slowly softening cock was still wedged inside of me, and it gave a tiny twitch.

I smiled up at him and clenched around him. He grunted and cursed.

“I—umm…” I began, clearing my throat and preparing to be brutally honest. “I might not…come.”

His brow understandably furrowed, and I smoothed it with my thumb. I kissed the corner of his mouth and continued, “It’s the meds I’m on. It makes it hard to come a lot of the time. Toys help, but since we don’t have any of those at the moment, it might not happen tonight. Which is fine, because that was still absolutely the best sex of my life.”

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