Page 118 of Unbroken

Blakely

I clungto Devon and tried to keep myself from collapsing back onto the table that sounded like it was seconds away from giving out beneath me.

But I wasn’t nervous about falling. I knew Devon had me. Always.

Aftershocks racked my entire body, and suddenly the vibration against my clit was too much. I reached toward his hand, but Devon was quick to pull it away.

My nails scraped through the dark red hair at the base of his neck, and I searched out his lips with my own. One of his palms wrapped around my thigh while the other dipped beneath the low-cut top at my back. He was fascinated with his art tattooed on my skin, and I honestly loved how much he loved it.

Every time he touched it, it was a reminder that he helped save me once and continued to do so every single day.

“Fuck, Blakely,” he gasped against my lips. I dug my nails harder into his hair how I knew he liked and tugged his lower lip between my teeth. I wanted him overcome with pleasure just as I was. Watching Devon come undone was one of my favoritepastimes. He wasn’t often very emotive, but in bed, or better yet, when he was inside me, he couldn’t hold back even if he wanted to.

His cock slammed into me hard and so fucking deep over and over again. Sounds I didn’t know I was capable of making tumbled from my lips as he careened toward that impending release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, and I knew he was close. Without much thought, I braced my hands on his chest and pushed forward. Even mid-thrust, he didn’t hesitate to step back. There was a question and concern in his eyes, probably wondering why the hell I pushed him off.

But I held his stare as I slipped off the table and dropped to my knees on the unforgiving concrete floor. My skirt tumbled back down around me as I peered up his body and gripped his length in my hand. I circled the crown with my tongue and pumped him hard.

“Come in my mouth,” I said, lifting my other hand to wrap closer to the base of his cock. I twisted my wrists in quick tandem and devoured every one of his pleasure-filled expressions and sounds.

“You’re perfect. So perfect,” he chanted. “Fuck, right there. I’m?—”

His words broke off into a moan as I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. His hand weaved into my hair and held me in place as he shot onto my tongue, lips, and down my throat. He was panting hard by the time he was completely spent.

I swallowed, then kissed the swollen head of his cock as I drug my fingers across the corners of my mouth to gather any remnants.

And before I could even try to stand, Devon was gripping beneath my arms and hauling me up against him. His mouth slammed down on mine, and I lost myself in the kiss like I only ever could with him. Like I only ever wanted to with him.

Completely out of breath and with our lips swollen, we pulled apart. His nose dragged across my cheek as he buried his face in my neck and wrapped me in his strong arms.

Something in me felt lighter. The weight I’d been dragging around for weeks slowly dissipated, leaving my muscles tired and my mind calm.

“I’m really glad I asked Jason for privacy when I booked the room,” Devon said, and my entire body stiffened. Quickly, I pulled back, and my head snapped around, spotting two cameras in each corner of the room. “They’re off, I promise. As much as I would’ve hated to do it, I would’ve stopped you the second you kissed me.”

“You swear?” I asked, needing to hear him say it again for my own peace of mind.

“I swear,” he said confidently. “I wouldn’t let that happen.” I nodded, and Devon stepped back to straighten his clothes. He paced over to the control panel on the wall and turned the music off, so we didn’t have to yell over it. “How are you feeling?”

I took inventory of my emotions and tugged my skirt back around. “I’m feeling better. Good, actually.”

“That’s what I was hoping for. I hate when you’re upset or angry, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

I smiled at my sweet man and then surveyed the damage I’d done throughout the room. The table he’d fucked me on was the only thing left standing. Everything else had been destroyed by my bat.

I knew I was upset, but not to that extent. Something had come over me when I felt the weight of the bat in my hands and the music pounding over the speakers loud enough that it blocked out every other thought.

“Although I wasn’t expecting…” He motioned to the table, and every moment came flooding back. A blush crept up my neck and heated my cheeks.

I laughed and brushed my fingers over my lips, now completely devoid of the lipstick I’d carefully applied hoursearlier. Devon leaned against the table, crossing his ankles and his arms over his chest. I looked up at him and noticed the remnants of pink lipstick on the corner of his mouth.

With my thumb, I wiped it away. Devon’s small, knowing smile made me smile.

“I wasn’t expecting that either,” I said quietly. And I couldn’t quite explain it. All that pent-up and built-up anger and frustration was simmering to the surface, and suddenly smashing things wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted Devon. I wanted to feel his strong, safe hands on me, and I wasn’t going to question it.

I wasn’t going to question anything anymore when it came to Devon.

Staring down at the floor, littered with broken pieces of everything, I said, “I just needed…you,” by way of explanation.

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