Page 30 of Pretty Broken Things

Placing a kiss in the center of his chest, I sink to my knees and look up at him. His breathing turns choppy judging by the way his chest rises and falls faster than before. He pets the top of my head, and I take it as encouragement to keep going. Starting at his knees, I rub my hands up his thick thighs. When I reach for the button of his jeans, he takes his hand from my hair, and holds my hand still.

He’s smirking at me as he pulls me to his feet. “I love where your mind is going, but not for our first time together.”

I like the way that sounds, because it implies there will be more to follow. Something tells me I’ll never get enough of him.

Ford pulls me into his arms, and he walks me backwards while he kisses me. Kissing sounds so innocuous, he consumes me. I willingly hand him all of me, and for once I don’t feel afraid of someone getting too close or seeing too much. He’s my safety in the storm.

He lowers me gently down on my bed, and I scoot back to make room for him. It’s weird, because he’s being so tender and sweet. Those are two descriptions I’d never have used for Ford Shaw before this.

I scoot back higher on my bed as he watches from the foot of the bed. He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he slowly undoes the button on his jeans, and drags the zipper down. Crawling up my body in nothing but his black boxer briefs, I suck in a breath in anticipation.

Ford grinds against me, and I wrap my legs around his waist to hold him against me. I want him so desperately I might come just from the friction alone. He groans, and presses his face against my neck. His breathing is ragged, and he’s so close to losing that frustrating control but he’s refusing to let go.

“I don’t have a condom,” he says in frustration. “I had no plans for this, and I didn’t want you to feel pressured.”

My heart thunders in my chest as I try and talk myself out of a crazy idea. I can’t stop touching him while I’m thinking. My nails scrape across his scalp, my feet rub against his legs, and I grind against him trying to ease the throbbing need pulsing through my pussy.

He starts kissing up the column of my throat, and I’m not sure he’s even aware he’s doing it. That thread of control is fraying, but I think mine is going to snap first.

“I’m on the pill,” I say. I can’t believe I’m suggesting we don’t take every precaution known to man.

He lifts himself up in a plank above me so he can look me in the eyes. “Are you saying—” He swallows hard. “Are you suggesting I fuck you bare?” He lowers himself back on top of me, and takes my mouth the way I imagine he’ll take me soon. I know he can feel how wet my panties are by the way he’s pressing his muscular thigh against my mound.

“I’d love nothing more than to be inside of you with nothing between us. I want to see your pupils blow wide while I make you come on my cock, and watch your face as I fill you with cum. I want you to know I’d never take a risk with you. I’ve never had sex without protection before, and I get tested regularly. The last time was a few weeks ago, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”

“I trust you,” I murmur, and pull his face back down to mine. I’m not sure why I trust him, but I do. It’s the most terrifying thing I’ve ever done, but it’s also as easy as breathing.

He kisses a path down my body. My back arches when his mouth closes around my nipple. He chuckles darkly, and sucks hard. I feel the walls of my pussy clench around nothing, and I whimper, way past ready to feel him inside of me.

“Are you feeling needy, Vixen?” he asks me and slides his hand down my stomach. There’s a slight sting as he rips my underwear off my body. The waistband pinches my flesh before it gives way and tears down the side.

My mouth falls open in a soundless moan as he pushes one thick finger inside of me. I might be a virgin, but I’m not completely untouched. Still, it never felt like this.

After a few strokes he pushes in a second finger, and pumps them in a torturously slow rhythm. “You’re so tight, hot, and wet. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock,” he says as he watches his fingers work me toward climax.

I cling to his wrist as I climb higher and higher. “Please,” I beg him.

“You want to come?” he asks.

“Yes,” I breathe out.

He pulls his fingers out of me, and I whimper at the loss. I’m about to complain as he shoves his underwear down his legs and kicks them off. “I told you, I want you to come on my cock.”

“Look at me,” he demands, and my eyes snap up to his. “This might hurt, but I’ll go slow.”

I shake my head. “I don’t care, I just want you.”

He thrusts his cock up my slit, teasing me by giving me almost what I need. He didn’t let me look at him while he undressed all the way, and I’m getting the sense he didn’t want to scare me. By the feel of him, he’s massive, and I’m not entirely sure how he’ll fit.

“Relax,” he whispers in my ear, and I can feel him pressing against my opening.

I take a deep breath, and he pushes in an inch. Try as I might not to, I tense up again.

He kisses me long and slow. His tongue strokes against mine, and demands my participation. He puts one hand over my throat, not squeezing, but keeping my focus on him and his wicked mouth. I gasp as he pushes deeper inside of me, and he swallows the sound.

There’s discomfort, not the kind of agonizing pain I expected. With his free hand he grabs my knee and pulls it up his side. He moans against my lips as he bottoms out inside of me, then he pulls his head up a bit to stare into my eyes.

It’s too much, the connection flowing between us. I start to turn my head, but he’s still got his hand around my throat and won’t let me escape my emotions. “Don’t do that. I know this is overwhelming. I’ve never felt anything close to this either, so feel it with me. Fall with me.”

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