Page 96 of The Break Out

“Does my greedy slut want my cock in her ass? You’re pushing it against me like you’re dying to be filled by me.”

“Yes,” she sighs. Her willingness, her fucking trust, means more to me than anything.

“You think you’re ready?” I ask, working a third finger in.

Nodding, she says, “Yes, please, I want to feel you.”

Fuck I love this woman. Removing my fingers, I coat more lube on myself just to make sure. When I press the tip to her tight hole she tenses again.

“You’re going to have to let me in, baby.” I run my hand up her back to try and help her relax.

She does, letting me sink in just an inch and my vision blurs at the tightness. I don’t even know if I’m going to push all the way in before coming with how tight she is. Her knuckles are white from her grip on the sheets.

“Are you okay? I need to know you can handle it,” I check in. She may like to be degraded, but I would rather chop my dick off than hurt her.

She turns her head to the side, her hair is a tangled mess around her. “Keep going.”

I push in a little further and she whimpers into the bed but relaxes again and I’m able to push in more.

“That’s it, fuck, you’re doing so good. You love this, don’t you? Such a good. Fucking. Girl.” I push in further, and before I get the chance to compose myself, she pushes back all the way so I’m fully seated in her ass.

Our moans fill my bedroom and I grab her hair, turning her head so I can lean down to seal our mouths together, needing the connection to her.

She gives me exactly what I need with her mouth opening against mine, tongue sweeping against mine as I thrust slowly against her.

“Colton,” she moans against my lips.

“Yeah, Princess?”

She looks like she’s going to say something else, but instead says, “More.”

I need to see her better than this. I need her flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and dazed eyes. Pulling out carefully she makes a noise of protest, but I flip her onto her back, settling between her legs, and push back into her ass. She arches her back at the new angle adjusting once again. Her nails dig into my shoulders and her legs wrap around my thighs, pushing me.

I pick up the pace of my thrusts slightly, but make sure I’m not hurting her. When her moans start to get louder, I reach between us to rub her sensitive clit once again, and when I cantell she’s almost there, I push a finger inside her soaked pussy which sends her over the edge instantly.

Not able to hold back anymore, I follow behind with a loud groan, shooting ropes of cum that seem to go on forever. I barely catch myself from crushing her with my weight as I come down from the release.

When our eyes lock onto each other, I see my feelings reflected in her green irises. Neither of us say anything, we don’t have to.

Even when I take her limp body into my bathroom, and we get in the shower together we both remain silent. I make sure to wash her thoroughly, taking care of every inch of her body before we get out, dry off, and climb back into my bed, not bothering to put any clothes on.

She doesn’t fight my hold on her as I press our bodies together. The silence isn’t awkward between us, it’s full of everything neither of us will dare say, but it’s okay. Because enough was said tonight. She’s mine and nothing can change that, I won’t let it.

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Before I even open my eyes, I feel how sore my body is. A delicious, perfect soreness that brings back the memories from last night that play like a movie across my eyelids. Safe to say this new year is off to a pretty amazing start.

I turn over and frown when I’m met with an empty bed. My guard goes up instantly. I should’ve known better that all that “mine” talk was just in the moment. I don’t know why I thought he may have meant it at all.

Getting out of bed, I slip on one of his t-shirts because it’s right there and I’m in desperate need of some water. Then, I’ll go home and pretend like last night was the same as every other time with him.

As I walk toward the kitchen my eyes catch on the weird painting again and I remember how he mentioned it last night. My eyes catch on the pink splotches and my face flushes. Hecompared me to that.

Suddenly, I feel his warmth behind me and have to stop myself from melting against him.

“What are you doing, Princess? You were supposed to stay in bed while I brought you breakfast,” he says.

I can’t help myself; I turn around and joke, “You don’t have to try so hard.”

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