Page 94 of The Break Out

As soon I have my face between her thighs again, I fuck her with my tongue while rubbing her clit with my thumb, lapping up all her wetness that’s dripping out of her and I greedily lick every sweet drop I can.

“You’re making such a mess on my bed, Princess. How about you show me how well you can soak the whole fucking thing.”

I work her harder, the wet noises filling the room mixing with my groans and her cries as I push two fingers inside her while she grips them tightly before a gush floods my hand as she comes for me.

“Fuck, that’s so pretty,” I groan, cleaning up the mess she made with my tongue.

“Colton, please,” she gasps.

“Please, what? I need your words.”

“Please fuck me. I want your cock.”

I climb up her body, my lips ghosting over hers. “It’s yours. Take it.”

She brings her bound hands down and I smirk at her silent request.

“You don’t need your hands to take what you want, Princess.”

Her lips quirk to the side before she pushes at my chest and Igo easily, laying on my back as she throws her leg over me. She rests her bare, hot, soaked pussy on my chest while bracing her hands on me. She rocks slightly, rubbing herself against my abs and I grab her thighs.

“Tell me something, Princess.” I run my rough hands against her soft thighs, pushing her shirt up her hips.

“Hm?” she hums.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

She stops moving, darting her eyes to mine in fear, which makes me hold her harder.

I repeat, “Tell me you’re mine, for real. I don’t want anyone else, and I don’t care what happens with your brother. I fucking want you and I know you want me.”

She stares at me, and when she opens her mouth it’s not what I was expecting. “Untie my hands.”

My shoulders drop slightly. This is it. The fun is over, and I ruined it by pushing too hard. I’m not going to force her to stay and I’m not going to pretend this is all I want from her anymore. So, I do what she asks. Gently, I take her wrists in my hands and undo the tie around them.

Once she’s free I expect her to jump up, get her pants on, walk out, and not look back.

That’s not what happens. As soon as she’s free, her hands grab my face, and she kisses me. I hesitate for a moment, wondering if this is a goodbye kiss, but when she opens for mytongue and lets me deepen it, nipping at my bottom lip, I realize that it’s the opposite.

Wrapping my arm around her back, I sit up, holding her against me as our lips move against each other. I feel her through my sweatpants, my cock screaming at me to fuck her right now, but just holding and kissing her, knowing she’s mine feels better than anything else could. Even an orgasm. Which is how I know I’m way too gone for her.

She rests her forehead against mine, and whispers two words almost too quietly for me to hear, “I’m yours.”

I crush our mouths together again in a frenzy, flipping us over again so I’m hovering over her. I need to feel every inch of her. I need to fuck her as mine. I need to feel her as mine.

My Princess.

My Brynn.

My fucking everything.

I pull off her shirt, my lips immediately latching onto a nipple, sucking it into my mouth as she moans, pushing her hands through my hair. Her nails scratch at my scalp as I take a long hard pull on her nipple before releasing it and moving to the other one to do the same.

Brynn pulls harder on my hair, so I’m forced to look at her. “Please stop teasing me, I need you.”

“So nice to me tonight saying please and using your words.”

She lets out a small whimper with her nod.

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