Page 138 of Unbroken

I fisted my shaft and gaped at the beautiful woman before me. With her legs spread, she’d pushed her shirt and sports bra up to expose her breasts and the silver barbells through each nipple. She toyed with one, tugging and pinching it between her fingers while her other hand slowly trailed down her stomach.

It was a slow, torturous drag, but one that ended with her fingertips circling her clit. Leaning forward, I brushed my fingers against her opening. Goose bumps peppered her skin, and a hushed moan left her lips as I pushed one finger inside.

“So perfect,” I muttered, crooking my finger up and pressing it against the spot that made her legs shake. I repeated the motion until she was dripping and clenching around my finger.

And neither one of us could stand another second if I wasn’t inside her.

I pulled my finger free and poised above her, sheathing myself in one swift movement. We both groaned, and I let the warmth and softness of her body consume me. I planted a hand beside her head while the other gripped her hip to hold her steady.

I began slow, rolling motions with my hips as she hooked her legs around my waist. Her nails clawed at my skin until they found purchase on my shoulders.

“God, you feel so good,” she moaned. She tugged the bottom of my T-shirt, and I reared back to whip it off over my head. Leaning back down, I surged into her again, but she caught meoff guard. She bucked her hips and pushed my shoulders. I fell to the side, and she was on top of me in less than a second, gripping my cock in her hand and positioning it beneath her. She slipped down onto me with a gasp.

I reached out to grasp her hips, my fingers within inches of her soft skin, but she wrapped her hands around my wrists and guided them above my head. She pushed them into the pillows as she bared down on me, beginning a tortuous roll of her hips.

She raised one dark brow and pushed my hands harder into the pillows in a silent command to keep them there. And I wasn’t going to move if it meant that she continued the delicious rhythm she’d begun.

Sitting up, she tugged her shirt over her head quickly, followed by her bra, and I was blessed with the sight of her perfect tits. My hands itched to cup and squeeze them, but all thoughts of anything else faded from my mind when she braced her palms on my chest and rocked backward.

I gripped the pillows above my head like they’d somehow keep me grounded. But it was useless and hopeless; she was perfect, and I was only along for the ride.

She lifted her hips in a slow, concentrated motion until it was just the blunt head of my cock fitted inside her pussy. My shaft glistened with her arousal, and the sight was mouthwatering. I was only able to look away when I noticed her eyes locked on my face, a poignant desire simmering behind the gray.

“The perfect cock,” Blakely said, running her fingers up my chest, grazing my nipple, and skimming along my collarbone. She cupped my jaw and slipped her thumb against my lower lip. “And the perfect man.”

What little control I still maintained shattered in an instant. I grabbed her hips and pulled us both higher up the bed. Until I leaned against the headboard, and she was sitting on my lap. When I eased her back down, the tip of my cock brushed a spot deeper than I thought possible.

She cried out on a broken sob, and I wrapped my armsaround her waist. She started moving the second our hips met, bucking back and forth and digging her nails into my shoulders. My hands wandered up and down the column of her spine, and she bowed her back, inviting me to kiss and bite along her neck and collarbone. I worked my way lower and took one pierced nipple into my mouth.

Like it was a direct line to her cunt, she constricted around me with every scrape of my teeth against the metal. I switched to the other breast as she rode me. She chased that euphoric high, and I was eager to get her there.

Reaching underneath the pillow behind me, I searched for the toy I’d hid there half an hour before. Trying to hide it from my mother had served me well.I sucked and twirled my tongue around her nipple as I pulled out the toy and clicked it on.

I dropped my hand between us and poised the tip against her clit. She gasped, and I ground my teeth against the vibration. It radiated up my shaft and down my balls. It was only made more brutal by the tensing and clenching of her inner walls.

Her hips stuttered, and I clutched her harder against me with my free hand around her back. “Don’t stop moving,” I commanded through gritted teeth. Her hands clasped my cheeks, and she tilted my head higher until she was able to press her lips against mine.

Teeth clashing, tongues tangling—it was messy and urgent. It was often like that. Like we couldn’t get close enough or deep enough. We always wanted more. More than more.

I devoured every little sound she blessed me with, and they tasted even sweeter every time. Our hot, panted breaths mixed, and her body tensed above me. She tightened, and I knew she was almost there, so I took over. I held her steady and pumped into her from below. A plethora of indiscernible expletives tumbled from her lips followed by a low, broken moan.

She’d called me perfect earlier, but there was nothing in the world more perfect than her.

She clung to me as her body was overcome with pleasure.Body shaking and hips grinding to a halt, I drove deep and let her use me to wring out every drop, every second of satisfaction.

Watching her and feeling her fall apart did little to hold off my own orgasm. With a few more pumps of my hips, I was pulsing deep inside her. She held my stare as I felt every part of me shatter and splinter. I was a million tiny little pieces that she held in her hands.

“Fuck, fuck,fuck,” I cried. Tossing the toy to the side, I enveloped her in my arms and pressed my face to her heaving chest.

“I love you,” she whispered, and my heart expanded so quickly that I worried it would burst from my chest.

“The way I feel about you…love doesn’t feel like a descriptive enough word. It’s too big for words,” I said, the words tumbling out of my mouth as emotions welled up inside me. “Someone who’s a lot better at them could probably explain it, but the way I feel about you is in every little moment we spend together. And in every moment we’re apart, because, I swear, you’re never far from my mind. I love you in every single second of every single fucking day. And I plan to do it for the rest of my life, Blake.”

I tried to lean back and look up at her, but she held me tighter. And I wasn’t going to be the first to let go. My words sat heavy around us in the quiet room, punctuated by her quiet sniffles and shallow intakes of breath.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I didn’t?—”

“No, no,” she whispered. “It’s okay.” She leaned back and wiped away the rogue tear slipping down her cheek. I caught one on the other side with my thumb and tugged her down for a soft kiss. When she pulled back, there was a small, hesitant smile curling her lips. “I want to show you something.”

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