Page 85 of The Break Out

I have no words to respond because he sets a punishing pace as he fucks me into the mattress and all I can do is take it, gripping the sheets in my fists for something to hold onto. It’s amazing how quickly it feels like I can come again, despite just having two earth shattering orgasms back-to-back. There’s something about the way he takes me that makes my body respond in the best and worst ways.

Best because I feel so wanted, so needed, so beautiful and perfect to someone.

Worst because it can’t be him. It can never be Colton Wheeler.

Yet, at this moment nothing else matters except him and me.

“Come on, your pleasure is mine and you’re going to give me what’s mine.”

“Ohfuck,” I cry.

“Let it go, Princess, you can do it,” he encourages, his thumb reaching down to rub my overstimulated clit, the same moment he pulls my hips up and angles his slightly to hit a magical spot within me.

A spot that has me falling apart so hard I swear I black out as the orgasm consumes me. I hear him groan as his hips pick up speed while his hands gripping my hips tighten so hard I’m sure there will be bruises, but I’m so lost in pleasure that it barely registers. It’s when I feel his movements stutter and his noises become louder, I know he’s coming as well.

Catching himself on his elbows above me as I register the sensation of him releasing himself inside me, and that only makes the aftershocks of my own release heighten as he fills me. I wrap my legs tighter around his hips wanting to keep him there.

We’re both limp, and he rolls off me, starting to get off the bed, but I stop him with a hand on his wrist. He looks back at me with a questioning look.

“Stay,” I say. I know I’ve had him leave every single time we’ve done this the last couple weeks, but something has shifted tonight, and I can’t name it, but all I know is that I don’t want him to leave.

His lips quirk in a small smile. “I was just going to get stuff to clean you up, Princess. I wasn’t going to let you kick me out this time no matter what.”

“Oh.” I drop my hold on him in embarrassment.

He comes back with a damp washcloth, and carefully cleans between my legs before tossing it aside, pulling back the sheets and laying down as he pulls my body against his. The way his arm wraps around my middle as I feel his warm body against my back, I can’t help but melt against him.

As I’m drifting off, I recognize how things have shifted between us and there’s no denying it anymore, no matter how much I want to. I thought I couldn’t stand him, and fought against that changing, but I can’t do that anymore. I’m falling for Colton fucking Wheeler.

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Iwake up in the same place I fell asleep, which is wrapped around Brynn’s naked body. Burying my nose into her hair I take in everything about her. How she feels pressed against me, how she smells like her shampoo with the mix of sex and me. I can’t help but rub my already hard dick against her ass. She makes a soft noise, and I’m not sure if she’s awake or not, but she moves herself against me in response.

“You awake, Princess?” I ask quietly against her hair.

“Mm,” she hums, circling her ass again.

“You may want to answer me, because if you keep rubbing your ass against me, I’ll think you want me to fuck it.”

That gets her attention, she rolls onto her back, her exposed breasts tempt me to suck on her peaked nipples. But the way she’s looking at me makes me want to just be with her, and stare. We’ve been fucking for weeks, and I’ll never get sick of it, but this is one of the only times I’ve gotten to just look at her. Unguarded. Glowing and so fuckingbeautiful.

“What?” She shifts slightly as if she’s uncomfortable.

“Just looking at you,” I tell her honestly, which only makes her narrow her eyes in suspicion.

“Why?”

“Because you’re beautiful.”

Her jaw drops slightly before she takes her bottom lip between her teeth. I can’t help but continue the honesty with her, taking it even further because for the first time in my life I’m wanting more with someone. I’m wanting more withher.

Brushing my fingers along her cheek, pushing her hair behind her ear then moving further to the back of her head, gripping her soft strands before dipping my mouth down to hers. I brush a gentle kiss to her lips.

“You remember that picture you found in my house?” I whisper.

Nodding, she places her hand on my chest, “Yes, but you don’t have to talk about it. It’s fine.”

I take her hand in my own. “I want to.”

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