Page 97 of Unbroken

“Fuck, I love the sounds you make,” he muttered, dropping his head to peer down my body to where his cock disappeared inside of me. “And I need you to come right fucking now.”

Suddenly, he was leaning over to my left, and it wasn’t until I heard the sound of my bedside table drawer opening that I realized what he was doing. It took all of a few seconds for him to find exactly what he was looking for.

He straightened with the medium-sized wand vibrator in his hand. “How the hell did you know that was in there?”

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at the end of it and held down the power button until it buzzed to life. His expression turned triumphant, and he shrugged. On his knees between my legs, his hips began that rolling motion once again.

“I guessed,” he said and wrapped his hand around my ankle, guiding my leg up until it sat on top of his shoulder. My silver anklets gathered together, and if he noticed the scars marring my skin, he didn’t say anything.

That was a good guess, albeit an easy one since I wasn’t very creative with their hiding spot, and I was about to say as much when he leaned forward and spit onto my sex. The wetness hit my clit, and I craved how dirty the action was.

Even before he touched me with the vibrator, I knew it wouldn’t take long. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so wound up. Actually, the last time had been the last time we were together, but there was something different about it this time.

I didn’t have time to reflect on that thought when he pressed the toy to my clit, and the world lit up around me. The combinationwas almost too intense. The vibration felt like it was pulsing through my entire body, and the way he filled me so completely was intense.

His fingers ran carefully from my ankle down my calf and over my knee until he braced his hand on the top of my thigh, and he held me to him as he rocked into me.

“Yes, there she is,” he muttered, tilting his head to the side to kiss the inside of my ankle. “You make the prettiest sounds and the most beautiful faces when you’re about to come. Clench around my cock, beautiful.”

My fingers clutched the sheets beneath me as my legs began to shake. He upped the vibration with a swift click of the button, and a light sheen of sweat broke out across my chest. I whined in response. The sensation was almost too much.Almost.

“You can do it, baby. I know you can. Just let go.”

His fingers dug into the skin at my thigh, and my pussy constricted around his cock. With our eyes locked, euphoria washed over me.

I moaned his name and held on to the bed, to him, as I rode wave after wave of pleasure. It was all-consuming and never-ending.

Eventually, Devon pulled the vibrator away, and he slowed his thrusts to an intentional roll. He removed my leg from his shoulder and dropped his weight to his elbows next to my head.

My body shook with the remnants of my orgasm as he teased his mouth over mine and brushed our noses. Hands running down his back, his muscles jumped and tensed under my touch.

I wanted to exist in that moment for an eternity, and I knew I wouldn’t regret a single second of it. With Devon’s body poised over me and his arms around me, I’d never felt safer or more content.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said, humming low in his throat as that hand wrapped around the back of my neck once again.

And when his fingers stroked the tattoo, it sparked an ideathat I couldn’t let go of. I brushed my hands down his face and pressed lightly on his shoulders until he pulled back. I continued pushing until he sat back on his knees, and his cock slipped free.

“Wha—” he began to ask but stopped when he realized my intention.

I flipped over and braced myself on my elbows, spreading my legs wide and pushing my ass up. Letting my hair fall over one shoulder, I ensured he had the best view of the tattoo down my back. I glanced over my other shoulder and was met with hungry eyes and an awestruck expression.

“Are you sure?” he asked, smoothing a tentative hand over my right ass cheek.

I nodded and pressed back harder into his hand. The kind of man he was, I wasn’t surprised that Devon was checking in with me. Especially after I’d told him, and he’d experienced firsthand, my reaction when people touch me from behind.

But it was Devon. I knew it was Devon, and as long as I remembered that, I would be okay. He was hard to forget.

“Don’t you want to stare at your art on my skin as you fuck me?” I breathed with a smile that belied all the dirty things I hoped he’d do to me.

His response was a low growl dripping with need and excitement. His hand tightened on my ass and gave it a light tap.

All of that need I could sense in him was pulsing through me, too.

“Harder,” I moaned, and he heeded my request, smacking my ass hard enough that I felt the recoil. When I was just about to beg for him to get inside of me, he notched the crown of his cock at my pussy. He didn’t make me wait. He seated himself inside me in one swift thrust. There was relief and the same sweet stretch I’d grown to crave.

“Fuck, you take me so well,” Devon moaned. He braced both of his hands on my ass and spread me apart. I collected myself and looked back just in time to watch him gaze down at where his cock disappeared inside me. Like it was the most beautifulsight he’d ever seen. “I’m so lucky. So fucking lucky,” he murmured.

He watched his cock slip out and push back, the movement growing easier with each thrust. I reached down my body and began vigorously stroking my clit. Another orgasm would have been a feat I didn’t expect to conquer.

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