Page 117 of Unbroken

Her hand landed on top of mine as she tried to keep herself upright while I fucked her into the table. It creaked beneath us, barely loud enough to hear over the music.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Blakely chanted. I twisted our fingers together and dropped my head to the crook of her neck. She smelled so fucking good.

Looking up, I’d intended to kiss her until my eyes caught on something behind her. It was the remnants of a shattered mirror reflecting the light in the room and our moving forms. It was broken but not so far gone that you couldn’t clearly make out our reflection.

The top she’d chosen dipped down in the back and showed off half of the sword tattooed down her spine. I’d taken to touching it often—rubbing her back at night and massaging the hilt whenever I felt pulled to do so.

And with the conveniently placed mirror, I could see it as I felt her tighten around me. My cock throbbed at the sight, every sensation magnified by her sweet sounds of pleasure and the wetness now thoroughly coating my cock.

Each thrust was deep and intentional. By now, I knew her body so well; I knew how she liked to be fucked.

Taking another long look at the tattoo and her curly hair spilling from the loose bun at the back of her head, I remembered the surprise I’d brought. I hadn’t planned to use it until later, but there was no time like the present.

I stood and reached into my pocket.

Blakely groaned. “Fuck, Dev. Don’t stop. Please, don’t—what is that?”

With my jeans hanging around my upper thighs, it took me several more seconds than it should have to retrieve the little toy from my pocket. The pink silicone was soft and discreet enough that I’d had it all night without anyone knowing.

“It’s for you,” I explained, continuing to roll my hips in and out of her. “I’d planned on using it later, but I can’t resist with you writhing on my cock.”

“You brought a vibrator?”

I nodded.

“So, when we’re not in the bedroom…”

The toy wasn’t made for the fingers of a six-and-a-half-foot tall, two-hundred-and-fifty-pound man, but I somehow managed to stretch it over my finger. “You can come whenever I want you to,” I finished for her.

“My fucking Boy Scout,” she murmured. “Always so prepared.”

Her cunt constricted around me, and I smiled. “I think my preparedness turns you on with the way your pussy is fluttering around me.” Leaning forward, I dropped more spit onto her clit and spread it with the neon pink toy. “And if it means you coming around my cock more often and watching you fall apart, then I’ll carry it forever.”

I pressed the appropriate combination of buttons, and the toy came to life. The vibration was low and steady, but her body jumped when I pressed it against her. She gasped and groaned loudly, rolling her hips along my cock and pressing harder against the vibrating toy.

My eyes trailed up her writhing body, and I hated how many clothes she was still wearing. I loved watching her skin blush with pleasure behind her dark tattoos and subtly marking my hands and teeth. I enjoyed watching the barbells through her rosy nipples. Pinching, twirling, and rolling them between my fingers.

Another moan pierced the air, and I couldn’t catch my breath. Trying to hold off my orgasm until I felt the ecstasy that was her tightening around me, her eyes slid shut and her head tipped back. Both of her hands were braced behind her, but her arms were shaking, as were her legs.

I urged her thighs to tighten around my waist, and the thick heel of her boots dug into my ass as I turned up the vibration and pressed harder. She cursed under her breath and squeezed her eyes shut tighter.

I leaned forward and banded my free hand behind her back and around her waist, taking some of her weight and burying my face in the crook of her neck. I kissed anywhere my lips could reach and breathed her in as deeply as my lungs would allow.

“Harder,” she begged, turning her head and kissing the shellof my ear. A shiver whipped through me as her hot breath fanned over my cheek.

“Yes, ma’am,” I managed to say through gritted teeth.

She shifted to one hand and wrapped the other around my neck. The table beneath her squeaked and moaned, and the music grew louder and louder, almost crescendoing with her.

“That’s it, I’ve got you, sweetheart,” I said. “You’re safe with me.”

I glanced up just in time to watch the muscles in her back tense around that sword, the leaves and flowers surrounding it jumping.

She cried out my name a split second before her entire body tensed. I felt the warmth of her orgasm drenching me, and her constricting walls made my cock throb.

She was stunning, beautiful, perfect.Mine.

FIFTY-THREE

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