Page 109 of The Break Out

She listens immediately, dropping back down onto the floor in front of me. Sliding my fingers through the hair on the top of her head, she leans into my touch before I drop it. Unbuttoning my shirt as I make my way to the end of my bed. Pushing open my shirt, and unbuckling my belt, I sit on the edge of my mattress.

“Crawl to me, Princess,” I command.

Moving onto her hands and knees, she does what I say, crawling across the room until she’s kneeling between my spread legs.

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” I ask.

She nods. “Only for you.”

“Fuck yeah,” I practically groan. “Did you miss my cock, baby?”

She lets out a little squeak. “Yes.”

“My girl is desperate to be fucked like the little cumslut she is?”

I see the way her thighs squeeze together. “Please?”

“Please what?”

“Please, Sir?”

Oh fuck. She’s never said that to me before and I could getused to it. I fucking need her.

“Stand up and get naked,” I command.

Wasting no time, she scrambles to her feet and takes off my jersey and then her pants. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath and I groan at the sight of her. I’ve missed every single piece of her, and knowing this sexy as shit woman in front of me is mine has my already hard dick ready to punch a hole through my pants.

Crooking my finger to her I say, “Get your ass over here.”

She walks forward, teasingly, and I’m about to get up and yank her into me, but I wait. Until she’s standing between my legs, then I pull her down so she’s straddling my lap. Immediately, grinding against my erection and letting out a throaty moan.

“Fuck, baby, you’re already so soaked, you’re going to make a mess on my pants.”

“Then you should take them off.” She reaches between us, unbuttoning my pants, but I stop her with a grip on her wrists.

“Take my shirt off first,” I instruct.

Brynn slides her hands up, trailing her fingers along the ridges of muscle on my abdomen, up higher to my chest. My grip on her hips tightens when I feel her brush over the tattoo on my pec on her way to push the fabric off my shoulders.

Her eyes follow her hands, and after my shirt is off, she brings them back to my chest, sliding over the ink. “What’s this?” she asks.

“What does it look like, Princess?”

She traces the outline of the crown inked into my skin right next to the words “Live for me” over my heart.

“It’s a crown. You just got this?”

Nodding, I grip the back of her neck, so she looks at my face. “It’s for you, it didn’t matter if you never spoke to me again, you have my heart and I’ll always love you. I promised my brother I would live for him, and I thought I was, but I wasn’t really living. Not before you. Now, I’m finally fulfilling my promise and it’s thanks to you, Brynn.”

She throws herself against me, kissing me fiercely, all tongue and teeth. There’s nothing smooth or practiced in this kiss. It’s all our need for each other. The desperation, desire, want, love. It’s us.

“Need you. Please,” she pleads against my mouth, and I need her too.

We both work my pants and boxers off roughly. They don’t even make it past my knees before she grips my cock, angling herself over me and dropping down, taking me fully. I wrap my arms around her tightly with a moan as I’m surrounded by her tight heat, practically blacking out at the sensation.

She grips me so tightly, adjusting to my size, but I wasn’t kidding about how wet she is, I love knowing how much she wants me.

“You better start riding me, Princess. Show me how muchyou missed the way I fill you,” I say with a sharp smack to her ass.

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