Page 73 of The Break Out

There’s no more teasing or taking anything slow. This is pure primal need as he slams into me again, this angle hitting everything I need perfectly. When his hand comes down slapping against my ass I push back harder.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good. Give me one more.”

He rubs the area he just hit, then slides his fingers to where we’re joined, collecting the wetness I’m dripping with before moving up to my ass, and pressing a finger to the tight hole, not pushing in just adding pressure. I moan and push back, silently giving him permission.

The second the tip of his finger pushes inside I lose it. Coming so hard I lose my balance. Colton pushes his body against mine, keeping me up as his thrusts increase as he chases his own release.

“Ask for my cum, Princess. Ask nicely for me to fill this pussy up.”

I’m so drunk on orgasms and the perfect way he’s filling me now just makes me want more and to never stop. Which is why I say words I never thought I’d say to Colton Wheeler.

“Come inside me, Colton, I want to feel you leaking out of my pussy.”

That does it for him.

He comes with a loud groan, and I feel his cock swell right before he goes off, completely filling me.

We are both sated and breathless. I wait for the regret to kick in, the urge to push him away. But it doesn’t happen. Not even when he pulls out, swiping his fingers up my thigh where his cum is dripping out of me. Not even when he uses those same fingers to push it back inside me.

“This is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. You did so good for me.” He presses a kiss to the side of my head.

With a gentleness I didn’t know he possessed, he helps me get my pants back on. I’m not sure what to say, and once we’re both dressed, I expect him to rush to get us out of here and take me home.

Instead, he pulls my body against his, and kisses me. This time isn’t rough or rushed, it’s soft and almost…sweet. His tongue teases my lips and I let him in. He kisses me tenderly like I’m something precious to be savored.

When we pull apart, the look in his stormy eyes is something I don’t think I’ve ever seen before. I don’t know what it means, and I refuse to read too much into it.

“Let’s go to my house,” he says, brushing his thumb against my cheek.

All I can do is nod.

As we drive back to his place I can’t help but wonder what’s happening. I don’t hate it, but I do know that it’s scaring me. I’ve been comfortable with my dislike for this man, but right now that’s not what I’m feeling.

Not even close.

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I’m sure Brynn would rather I take her home, but I need her in my bed tonight. I’ve been away from her for a week, and I want her around longer. Which is new for me. I’ve never felt that way about a woman before. Ever. Usually once we’re done, I can’t get out of there fast enough.

Not Brynn.

She also nodded, and I may have fucked the thoughts from her head, but she agreed and that’s all I needed.

I fucking missed her while I was gone. I hated how that felt, but being around her again feels so good it makes me not want to be apart. But I know I have to. My schedule is crazy during the season, and I still don’t think she even likes me. So, I’m taking what I can get.

The drive back is quiet between us. I would think she’s sleeping, but her hold on me remains tight so I know she’s awake. At one point we stop at a stoplight, and I can’t help but reach backto squeeze one of her thighs, running my hand along it as well. I keep my hand on her until I need it to turn.

I just want to keep touching her.

Once we get to my house, I park in the garage, removing both our helmets. I scoop her up with one hand around her back and the other under her knees. She wraps an arm around my neck to hold on.

“I can walk you know,” she snipes as I walk us inside.

“I think you could, but I probably fucked the ability out of you.”

She rolls her eyes, but I catch the small smile she lets out before turning her head away. I bring her directly into my en suite bathroom, setting her on the vanity so I can fill up the bathtub for her.

“I didn’t bring a change of clothes again,” she says once I’ve felt the water is warm enough for her.

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