Page 31 of Pretty Broken Things

I nod as much as I can with the way he’s holding my chin steady. He lets go of my neck, and threads his fingers through mine. It’s hard, but I hold his gaze as he moves inside of me.

He’s slow at first, watching me for any sign of discomfort. It’s frustrating, but also endearing to see this man who has never given a shit about a woman before take such care with me. Still, I want him wild and unchained. My free hand slides into his hair and fists. “I’m not made of glass, Ford. Fuck me like you can’t live without me.”

The veneer of civility dissolves, and is replaced with a feral energy. This time he kisses me with an intensity bordering on violence. His lips are firm and unyielding. He nips at my bottom lip, and soothes the sting with a flick of his tongue.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks as he leans back on his knees and pulls my hips up slightly with my thighs resting on top of his.

He pulls me down on his cock at the same time he thrusts his hips. “You’re mine. Say it,” he demands.

Words won’t form, only desperate, needy pants. He doesn’t let up on me, and continues to drive me up the bed. I can see him getting impatient I haven’t done as he said. Ford leans forward until he’s once again holding himself above me. “Say it,” he demands close to my ear.

“I’m yours,” I manage to stutter out.

He drives into me harder and faster, each time he bottoms out he grinds his pubic bone against my clit. My legs shake, and anything more than a shallow breath is impossible. The moment I’ve been craving finally arrives, the last of his control vanishes.

“I can’t hold back any longer. Your virgin pussy is so tight. I’m going to blow the way you’re squeezing my dick. I need you to come with me while I fill you.”

My eyes roll back into my head. I can feel every vein and ridge when he pulls out and slams back inside. I’m deliciously full, and though I want this feeling to last forever I can’t hold back my orgasm any longer. I give in to him, and my head tips back as I come screaming.

Ford enters me hard once, twice, three times then holds himself deep as I feel his hot release coat my inner walls. He collapses on top of me, and despite his bulk, I feel safe pinned underneath him. We stay like this until I feel him start to soften inside of me.

He grumbles when he rolls off of me, neither of us wanting to break the connection, but we’re both a sweaty, sticky mess. He gets out of bed and scoops me into his arms as if I weigh nothing. “Let’s get cleaned up,” he says, strolling to my bathroom.

“Only if you join me,” I offer.

“Try and stop me, Vixen.”

I smile at him. A real smile, probably the first time I’ve felt like smiling on my birthday in years. “Thank you,” I say softly.

He cocks his head, and smirks his devilish grin. “Are you thanking me for taking your virginity?”

I slap him on the chest. “No, dumbass. I mean, I guess you were all right, but I’m not going to thank you for it.”

“Just all right? It looks like I’ve got work to do to redeem myself.” The heated look in his eyes makes me fear for my ability to walk tomorrow.

I giggle. “I’m joking. You rocked my world okay, but I’m still not thanking you for that. I’m thanking you for making this birthday a good one.”

He kisses me tenderly. “You deserve so much more than I gave you, but I’m glad to see you smiling.”

“You gave me you. I don’t need or want anything else,” I say quietly.

He taps me on the nose. “Whether you want it or not, someday I’m going to give you the world.”

I frame his face in my hands. “Fuck the world. Make them all go away so it’s just you and me. I don’t give a shit about money or things. I’ve had them, and it doesn’t make me happy. Right here, right now with you is the happiest I ever remember being.”

I wish there was a way to freeze time, or to know when to really take note and savor it, because nothing lasts forever.

ChapterFourteen

Ford

My bag feels heavier loadingit back on the bus. My right arm has the strength of a noodle, and the rest of my body isn’t far behind, but it’s a good fatigue. The last couple of months have been the best of my life. I’m a little afraid it won’t last, but I’m trying to take things day by day. Spending my nights holding Tessa helps with that. Every time doubt and fear enters my mind, I hold her tighter and reassure myself she’s right here with me.

I’m not sure when I’ll get used to having her in my life, and I don’t know if I want to. Every day I wake up holding her I feel grateful, and gratitude isn’t an emotion I’m familiar with. I hope I never lose this sense of wonder that this incredible woman chose me above everyone. She deserves to be cherished, and I don’t ever want to take her for granted because I got used to her being around.

It’s a miracle she hasn’t gotten sick of me already. After her birthday, Tessa and I talked about me coming to stay with her. I didn’t like her in that big house all alone, but I also didn’t want to assume she wanted me invading her space all the time. My worry was unfounded though, because she brought up me staying with her after a couple of days. Of course, she offered me a guest room, but I shot that down, and now I go to sleep every night with her in my arms.

We are only apart when we are in class, except English of course. Then when I’m playing football I don’t see her, but even then she’s hanging out at practice or at my games. Even those brief periods of separation feel like too much, so each time we’re back together I have to be touching her in some way. People gawked at us a lot at first. Seeing me with a girl wasn’t out of the norm, but seeing me constantly holding hands, hugging, or openly affectionate with the same girl apparently is taking some getting used to.

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