Page 80 of Unbroken

I couldn’t help the smile that crossed my face. “I enjoyed those two seconds before I realized you were having a nightmare.”

She smiled up at me and turned back on her right side. “Then let’s resume that.”

I glanced down at her and hesitated. She seemed serious, but I wasn’t confident. Watching the terror rip across her features wasn’t something I was eager to replicate.

“Devon,” Blakely said, peering over her shoulder at me, still braced on my elbow. “Please.”

Her gray eyes were steadfast, so I readjusted my arm beneath her head and settled back down in the bed. Her back molded to my front, and the instant my head hit the pillow behind her, she tensed.

“Blake, we don’t have to?—”

“No, it’s okay. Could you just”—she motioned behind me—“could you grab one of the pillows and prop your head up? So, I can see your reflection in the mirror.”

Unwilling to remove my arm from beneath her, I awkwardly reached for another pillow and wedged it beneath my head until I could see over her. Her smile was my reward, and I moved closer.

“It reminds me who’s holding me,” she said. “Although I don’t think I could ever forget.”

I smothered my smile in her neck and kissed her softly. Wrapping my other arm around her and pulling her closer, she shifted back, and her ass brushed against my erection that I was trying to ignore.

She froze once again, but this time it was for much different reasons. My eyes connected with hers in the mirror, and her smile took on a devious quality. Then the little devil did it again. Her round, pert ass intentionally dragged down the length of my cock with enough pressure that I groaned at the contact.

“Don’t start something unless you want me to finish it, B,” I warned. My arm flexed around her midsection, and I found the hem of her shirt, rucking it higher. Her warm, soft skin beneath my T-shirt was too fucking tempting. I flattened my palm beneath her breast and somehow managed to stop my ascent.

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” Blakely said, eyes fluttering shut as she ground back against me one last time before my restraint broke. Done with her teasing, I wrapped my fingers around her hip and stopped her movements.

“If you want me inside of you again, all you have to do is ask.”

An annoyed growl ripped from her throat, and she tried to fight me. But her attempts were futile. I held her tighter and hooked her leg back and over both of mine, opening her wide beneath the sheets.

She gasped, and I didn’t hesitate to dive my hand down between her legs. My middle finger greedily ran up her center, and I devoured each of her reactions in the mirror. Her mouth dropped open, and the sheets moved as her hips rolled.

But the image wasn’t complete until I ripped the blankets off and exposed her gorgeous, mostly naked body.

“I like the idea of you never wearing panties when we sleep together. Easy access to this pretty pussy is my weakness.”

“That can absolutely be arranged,” she said breathlessly. I teased her entrance and shifted higher, beginning the taunting circles over her clit she’d loved the night before. Her hips bucked to meet my touch, and I loved how eager she was.

My cock wept behind the material of my sweatpants, and I could feel the wet spot spreading on the fabric as precum leaked from the head. I desperately needed to feel her wrapped around me once again.

“Push your shirt up,” I demanded against her ear as I pushed my sweatpants down. I gripped her leg in my hand and kicked my pants somewhere under the sheets. The way we were lying,my cock was cradled in the unbearably warm space between her thighs.

She felt my erection slap against her cunt and immediately pushed back. Her search for relief forced the blunt head to barely breach her tightness, but it couldn’t go much further than that without my help.

Too caught up in what was happening between her legs, Blake hadn’t followed my simple instructions. Gritting my teeth, I ordered once more, “Push up your fucking shirt.”

Her eyes flew open and connected with mine in the mirror while she scrambled to do as I asked. Twin silver barbells glinted in the dim morning light, and I was reminded of how perfect they felt in my mouth.

With her shirt pushed up beneath her chin, I reached between us and gripped the base of my cock. The blood pounding below my waist made me dizzy, and I swore as I pushed slowly inside her.

My movements must have beentooslow, because Blakely reached back and grabbed my hip. Her nails dug into my skin and tried to force me forward. Part of me wanted to make it last and draw out the moment, especially knowing how much it was driving her crazy, but the problem was, I was driving myself crazy, too.

In one swift thrust, I buried myself deep inside her. She gasped out a broken moan, and I gritted my teeth against the perfection that she was. It took several seconds to compose myself before I was okay enough to move.

Our reflection was extraordinary. I watched Blakely’s flushed cheeks and chest as I began to move inside of her. Even the smallest movements made her tits bounce, and I cursed under my breath. Her long leg was draped back over mine, and I could just see where my cock disappeared. Where her pink pussy greedily sucked me deeper.

Her eyes had fallen shut the moment I seated myself inside her, but she was missing the erotic show we were putting on.

“Open your eyes,” I whispered, kissing the shell of her ear. “Look at how beautiful you are with my cock buried inside of you. Your perfect cunt needed this.”

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