Page 81 of Unbroken

Her eyes opened but were hazy with pleasure. Finding a steady rhythm that made her gasp and moan and buck back, I rolled my hips again and again.

“Yes, keep talking.”

“Mmm,” I mused in a low, gravelly voice. “You want me to talk you through it, sweetheart? Watching me fuck you isn’t enough, you need me to describe what I’m doing, too?”

Her chuckle turned into a moan as I picked up the pace and pressed my fingers against her clit. “Yes, talk to me. I need your filthy words,” she managed to say.

And I was in no position to deny her. Especially when there were so many words poised on my tongue.

“I will give them all to you, beautiful girl. Keep yourself open for me,” I whispered in her ear as I kissed down her neck. Blakely reached down and hooked her hand around her leg that was draped over mine and opened wider, giving me even better access.

My cock easily slipped in and out of her. Her wetness and arousal drenching me, the sounds we were making were musical. Our hips connected with a slap, and every thrust produced a sweet little moan from her lips.

“There you go,” I muttered. “God, you feel so good. Yes, you do love it when I talk, don’t you? Your pussy clenches every time I speak.” Punctuating the last word with a nip to her ear, she clamped around me, pulling a guttural groan from my throat.

I dipped my fingers lower and stroked where she was stretched around my cock, gathering her arousal before returning to her clit with slick fingers.

“You’re so wet. I’m slipping in and out of you so easily.Fuck.” The curse tumbled from my mouth when I found our reflection and watched as she reached up and toyed with one of her nipples, twisting and pulling at the piercing. “This is thekind of pussy a man would beg for. Just a taste or a second inside, he’d get on his knees and never get up if it meant he got a chance. And it would be so worth it.”

My hips snapped, and I circled her clit with firm, intentional strokes as her breathing quickened. Glancing up into the mirror, I watched the flush on her cheeks darken. Her eyes had closed again, but I craved that other level of connection with her.

Leaning in, I whispered, “Look at me, Blake. Watch who’s fucking you and making you delirious with pleasure.” Her eyes snapped open, but my words didn’t stop. “Yes, that’s so good. You look so beautiful taking my cock. Like you were made to do it. Made to drive me fucking crazy. God, I want to come inside of you so bad. I want to watch it dripping out of you again.”

When I felt her tighten around my shaft, I didn’t stop a single damn thing. I was dying to get her there, feeling her come around me, and I knew consistency was the key.

Hips thrusting, fingers twisting, words tumbled from my lips with abandon.

“So good.”

“Fucking perfect laid out for me.”

“Soak my cock.”

“Clench around me.”

“Beautiful girl.”

My eyes never left her reflection, and I saw the moment she found her release. Her jaw loosened, her head tipped back, and she pulled my arm beneath her to wrap around her chest. All her muscles tightened, and she began to tremble with a whimper that morphed into a breathy, sweet moan.

I couldn’t hold back. Three more thrusts in and out of her constricting pussy, and I let go. My orgasm barreled down my spine, and I buried my face in the crook of her neck to muffle the sound of my cries.

No orgasm had ever felt like that. Except the two last night. Even the one that had hit me while I was thrusting shamelesslyinto the sheets just from the taste of her and the feeling of her milking my fingers.

“Fuck, Devon,” Blakely whispered. She turned in my arms, and my cock slipped free. Stormy, gray eyes peered up at me from below dark lashes. Those eyes bounced between mine as she pressed a hand to my chest where my heart thumped against my ribcage. “I missed you, Devon.”

How four words had the ability to both shatter and fully mend my heart, I didn’t know. But hearing those words and the sincerity laced in each of them had that power and more.

Hearing more about her time in that goddamn basement made me want to break something. In particular the man who’d kept her there. Actually, the energy ripping through my veins wanted me to do to himat leastwhat he’d done to her. If not a thousand times worse.

Possessiveness sliced through me, and I wanted nothing more than to keep her safe every second of every day from that day forward.

“I missed you, too,” I said before I fitted my mouth over hers. My pounding heart didn’t settle, and neither did my breathing return to normal. She wrapped her arms around me and tugged herself closer, pressing every inch of her front to mine. Her tits brushed against my chest, and my rapidly hardening dick found its way back between the apex of her thighs.

“We should probably stop,” she whispered against my lips, not showing any signs of truly stopping. She lifted her leg and tossed it over my hips. The head of my cock brushed against her folds and through my cum I’d only pumped her full of a few minutes earlier.

A barely restrained groan ripped from my chest. “I know everyone wanted to get an early start,” I said.

“They’ll probably come knocking eventually.” She slipped her tongue against my lower lip and didn’t hide her lust-filled gaze. “Are we going to try to keep this from them?”

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