Page 76 of Unbroken

Devon appraised me. His eyes searched my face, probably for any sign of a lie, but finding none, he shifted. His fingers brushed against my still-sensitive clit, and heat whipped through me.

“It’s not that it doesn’t feel good,” I added. Finding it hard to focus with his thumb drawing tight circles, I breathed deeply. “It feels amazing, but it’s like I’m climbing and climbing, searching for an orgasm that’s always just an inch or two out of reach.”

He nodded in understanding but didn’t cease his movements. He leaned back and looked down between my thighs. His half-hard cock was still inside me, and my body inadvertently clamped around it every time his fingers brushed against my skin.

“Were you closer when I was eating your pussy?” His voice had dropped an octave lower, and I had to swallow before I nodded. The very pinpointed, consistent pressure was key. “I have no problem working for it, Blakely. I’ll do whatever you need me to do to watch that ecstasy cross your face.”

“You would’ve been down there for a while,” I argued, but he shook his head.

“I don’t care. I’d happily lick your cunt for as long as you let me.”

“And it still might not work,” I tried again.

The determination in his eyes told me enough that he didn’t care. “Let me try,” he whispered. And he didn’t wait for permission as he pulled his cock free and laid between my spread thighs.

With the first firm lick of his tongue, I suddenly realized what he was doing. I shot up and peered down at him. “You don’t have to. You just came inside—” My words caught in my throat when he fit his tongue inside me as far as it would go.

If he didn’t care, I wouldn’t either. He was so hell-bent on my pleasure that he’d lick my pussy even when I was full of his cum. It was so fucking erotic.

He pushed his magical tongue in and out of me and raised his hand to push against my chest. I fell back into the pillows and let the pleasure sweep over me. That hand found my breast, and he toyed with one of my nipples while his fingers replaced his tongue.

“Oh, fuck,” I bellowed, and he chuckled. I whimpered when he drew his mouth away but stopped when I saw his fingers. Lifting them up and into the light, they shone with my arousal and his cum.

He leaned back over me, planting a hand next to my hand, and tapped my lower lip with the tip of one of those fingers. “You have to taste how good we are together.”

Dizzy with desire, my mouth popped open, and I stuck my tongue out in invitation. He slipped those two fingers against my tongue, and I suctioned around them. A flavor that was all us exploded on my tongue. It was salty and sweet and bitter and delicious.

I sucked his fingers and circled my tongue around them,mimicking the motion I’d soon repeat around his cock. The low growl that vibrated through his chest told me he noticed.

“When I get my dick in here, I’m never going to want to leave.” God, I wanted that, but my pussy was feeling neglected, and I shunted my hips upward in silent request.

He pulled his fingers free with a pop and was back between my legs before I could take another breath. He replaced his fingers, and my body shuddered. My hips began moving of their own volition, riding his fingers and pushing harder against his tongue.

“There you go, ride my face, beautiful girl. Soak my beard.”

Unprepared for his dirty words, I cried out his name, and I felt his laugh vibrate against my skin. I wanted him to continue talking to me like that—saying obscene things in a low, growly voice. But the elusive orgasm he was determined to find was growing more demanding.

He stiffened his tongue against my clit and added a third thick finger that stretched me in just the right way. The added pressure was what I needed to feel the unmistakable throb of an impending release.

I released every other thought that wasn’t Devon from my mind and focused on his fingers and his tongue until they were the only things in my world. It was him and us, and he never once changed his pace or moved a centimeter. He let me unabashedly ride his face, and he took every thrust of my hips with satisfied groans.

It took almost as long as I expected, but suddenly, I wasn’t clawing and fighting for release, I was soaring toward it, full speed and completely unencumbered. At the base of my stomach and my spine, my muscles tensed, and I opened my eyes in time to see both of my hands tangled in Devon’s hair and his hips thrusting into the sheets beneath him.

He was getting off on me getting off, and that thought was enough to have me tumbling over the edge. My cunt seized, and I almost screamed before a large hand slammed over my partedlips. It muffled the sound as I rode out the most blissful and exhilarating orgasm I’d ever experienced.

My entire body was trembling for several seconds after the final wave rolled through me. Devon placed one final kiss to my used pussy and pulled his fingers free. He didn’t hesitate to suck them into his mouth, and I couldn’t help the happy grin that tugged across my face.

This man was everything. Fully sated and unbelievably relaxed, I let my eyes wander over his broad body. But my eyes caught on his cock. Not for the obvious reason, but because there was something white and glistening on the underside of his shaft.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I leaned forward for a better look and saw the large wet spot on the sheets where he’d been lying.

“Yeah, I came again,” he muttered.

“You got off on…”

“You just tasted so fucking good, and when I realized you were coming…” He looked down at his cock, and I licked my lips. I moved quickly, shifting forward until I was on my hands and knees, and my mouth was level with his beautiful crown. I ran my tongue up the underside of his length and licked the remnants of his cum.

“Holy shit,” he hummed. His hips jerked, and I smiled, not sitting back until he was clean.

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