Page 94 of Unbroken

The warmth in her low voice did little to help my slipping restraint. “Bossy,” I quipped with a groan as she replaced her nails with the palm of her hand. She rubbed it over my erection while teasing the waistband of my briefs with her other hand. “All of this over some barstools,” I muttered.

I combed my fingers through her hair and fisted it at the back of her head. Her eyes fluttered at my touch, and she kissed my cock again.

“All over some barstools,” she repeated with a smile that told me it was anything but.

“Guess I should build you things more often.”

“You’d build more for me?”

A possessive need clawed up my chest, and I tightened my hand in her hair. The soft strands against my calloused palms were the perfect combination as she continued to tease me through the fabric.

“I would build you anything, beautiful girl. Do anything for you.”

Her eyes widened, and her movements faltered. There was a split second where I thought I might have gone too far or said the wrong thing and fucked it up already. But Blakely’s finger dipped beneath my briefs and slid against my skin. She tugged them lower and lower until my cock sprung free.

It almost hit her in the face, and we both let out a quiet laugh. But when she looked back down, her smile morphed, and she licked her lips like she was genuinely looking forward to having my cock in her mouth.

With another glance up at me, she leaned forward and placed her mouth at my base, dragging her tongue up the underside in one slow sweep. A shiver whipped down my spine at the warmth of her mouth.

“Fuck,” I muttered into the quiet room. She repeated the motion, tilting her head to the other side and flicking her tongue over the head. But thankfully she didn’t stop there, she suctioned her lips around the crown and sucked lightly. My hips jolted at the pressure, and the movement pushed my cock deeper into her mouth.

Her confident, stormy gray eyes held mine hostage as she took me deeper. In one easy movement, she’d swallowed almost my entire length. The groan that ripped from me was guttural. The tip of my cock nudged the back of her throat, and I felt the muscles constrict. She gagged and let up just enough that her glassy eyes cleared.

Then she set a toe-curling rhythm with both her mouth and her hands. Methodically, she fisted my shaft in both of her hands and twisted up and down, following the pace her mouth set. My eyes momentarily closed as I tried to control the release that was quickly approaching, but the second my eyes closed, the softness of her lips was replaced by the scrape of her teeth.

I gasped and snapped my eyes back open. She released me with a pop and sat back on her heels, still working her fist over my drenched length.

“I love the way you feel in my mouth, down my throat.”

My thumb traced her wet, swollen lips and cupped her flushed cheek. “Your mouth is perfect,” I mused.

Blakely chuckled and kissed my cock like it was the most precious thing. “You’re only saying that because your cock has been in it.”

I brushed her hair over her shoulder and gripped a handful at the back of her head. Directing her mouth back over me, the relief was euphoric. I used my hold on her hair to guide her up and down my shaft. She held my gaze and willingly took everyinch. I was fascinated by the way her lips stretched around me and how she hummed when I bumped the back of her throat yet again. Her eyes watered, but she breathed through her nose.

“Your mouth is perfect, whether empty or full, but I can’t deny that you are really fucking good at sucking my cock.”

Her eyes closed, and I tightened my grip on her hair. Eyes popping back open, I smiled until she took control. She bobbed and sucked, shuttling her fist. My hand became more of a way to keep her hair out of her face than it was anything else.

She lifted her free hand and, in a move I didn’t expect, cupped and tugged on my balls. Two more seconds, and I would’ve shot down her throat.

“Oh, fuck. Wait, wait—” I stepped back, and she let me go. I dropped my head back and tried to control my heavy breathing. When I felt like I had some semblance of control back, I dared to look down. Blakely was still on her knees, wiping at the spit collecting around her mouth and eyeing me with a knowing smile.

“Get on the bed, Blakely.” My voice was a low rasp, one that was drenched in need. Blakely shot to her feet and crawled to the center of the bed as I stepped out of my jeans and tugged my shirt over my head.

I was standing in the middle of her room, almost completely naked, but for the briefs that I still wore. I reached for her, set on getting my head between her legs as soon as possible, but stopped when she raised her hand. The playful look in her eyes had been replaced by one that appeared as unsure as I suddenly did.

Glancing down, I realized the hand she was holding out was shaking. Unease twisted through me, and I straightened with a knee on the edge of the bed and a few feet between us.

“Blake, what’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”

She immediately shook her head and gave me a hesitant smile. “No, the opposite, actually. I just want…I need to show you something. And it may not make a lot of sense at first, but I promise it will. And this is probably the worst possible time to do this, but…you’re going to see it, and I want a chance to explain first, okay?”

My brows dipped in concern and confusion as she chewed on her bottom lip, but I eventually nodded when I realized she wasn’t going to continue without my agreement.

She fingered the hem of her T-shirt and tugged on the fabric as she said, “I’ve done a lot of work to get to where I am now. Things were never easy, and some days were worse than others. I hate to say it, but for a while, there were more bad days than good ones. And those bad days—” Her voice dropped and shook. “They were really bad. There were days—weeks—where I didn’t want to exist anymore. Waking up but wishing you hadn’t is something I hope no one else ever knows.”

She sucked in a sharp breath, and instinctively I reached for her again, but she shook her head, peering up at me with tear-filled eyes. Her pain radiated through me, and it went against all my baser instinctsnotto comfort her or try to take it away.

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