Page 37 of Pretty Broken Promises

Tessa mouths, “Thank you,” and answers the phone.

“Hello?” she answers, without having looked at the screen.

“Oh, hey, Benji, uh, I'm not sure what our plans are tonight. I'll have to ask Ford.”

I can't hear his side of the conversation, but I know he's up to some shit. He knows we're here together, and of course, he wants to see her, but I’m sure he mostly doesn't want me to be alone with her. I wouldn’t either if our roles were reversed, but she’s my soulmate, not his. Of course he loves her, she’s easy to love, but he will recover. I haven’t in all the time we’ve been apart, and I don’t think I ever could.

Grabbing onto her hips, I remind her of my presence, because I can’t stand sharing her even for a second. Holding her steady, I thrust up into her, and her breath hitches. She drops one hand to my chest and digs her nails into my muscle. The small bite of pain makes my balls pull up into my body and I yank her down harder on my cock in reflex. Her inner walls flutter around me, and she gasps into the phone before she can stop herself. I didn’t do it on purpose, but I’m not upset he may have heard what she sounds like as she falls apart for me.

Tessa turns her face to look down at me, and when I think she's about to tell me to stop, she holds herself with that hand on my chest and starts to roll her hips. My fingers dig into her lush curves and help rock her up and down my dick.

Being inside of her is better than I remember. It isn't just the hot, wet, tightness of her cunt, and the way it squeezes my cock that I love. It's also the flush of her skin, the way she blushes from her breasts to her cheeks, the way her pulse beats rapidly in her neck and how her breathing makes her chest heave. Most of all, I love the way she melts for me. How she doesn't try and hide any of her reactions. This woman who is so reserved, who keeps her feelings locked down around everyone else, opens up for me when we’re alone.

It was amusing when I started this game, but I'm no longer interested in playing it. I reach up with one hand and pinch her nipple, getting her attention back from the phone. She has sensitive tits, and can be brought to climax with enough attention to her nipples. I’m probably the only man alive who knows this, and she knows I’ll use it against her to get what I want.

Her eyes flash to mine and I mouth, “Get off the phone.” I emphasize my point by thrusting up into her hard.

“Ugh,” she grunts, and then, in a breathy voice says, “I'm going to have to call you back.” Before he can say anything she hangs up the phone and throws it on the floor.

“That was playing dirty,” she chastises me.

I raise one eyebrow and give her a disbelieving look. “You’re bouncing on my dick, while talking to another guy. One you were recently engaged to. I think I was being very open-minded.”

She purses her lips and looks contemplative. “You're right, you should be rewarded for being so gracious.”

I swivel my hips while she's talking and watch her mouth fall open into a small O. The fluttering in her pussy has become a rhythmic squeezing. She’s fighting hard to hold off another orgasm. She isn't the only one who can dish out erotic torture. I know her buttons just as well as she knows mine. There might've been a lot of things that have changed in our lives, but I am the one who has spent time getting to know everything that she likes, and I doubt those things have changed. I know what gets her off better than she does.

“What did you have in mind?” I finally ask.

She doesn't answer with words. Instead, she reaches up and grabs the headboard, lifts her hips and slams down on top of me. She repeats this action over and over until our bodies are slamming together. I'm holding onto her hips and I wonder if this is what it's like when I take her hard.

The noises coming from me are animalistic. I hold on tighter to her, trying to slow her movements, but she is more wild than I am. Her hips undulate, rolling and rocking on top of me each time her pelvis meets mine.

“Vixen, baby, I need you to slow down. I'm never going to last this way,” I implore her.

My body feels molten, with a pleasure so high I can't even describe the feelings racing through every vein in my body. It's like I've been injected with a drug that causes pure euphoria, and Tessa is my new addiction. I want this feeling to last forever, but the tingling sensation racing through my lower back, down my legs, and through my cock is telling me I have moments until the most violent orgasm of my life takes me over.

“Seriously, I'm going to come if you don't stop,” I warn her.

As soon as I say the words the walls of her pussy squeeze around my cock so hard I see stars. Shit, make that entire constellations. “Do it,” she demands. “Come now. It. Feels. Too. Good. Now, Ford, I can't wait anymore.”

Like I've been telling her, whatever she wants, she gets. Perhaps this isn’t my longest performance, but it’s definitely one of the most memorable. I release inside of her with a shout, thrusting up into her one more time as she bears down on me. I hold her tight against my hips as hot jets of my seed paint the inside of her. I keep coming more than I've ever released in my life.

It may have something to do with how long it's been, but I think it's because it's Tessa. My body knows this time she is mine forever, and I’m driven by some remaining primal instinct to mark her so every man will know she is taken. It will have to do until she lets me put a ring on her finger.

She collapses against my chest again, and I hold her tight against me. Our bodies quickly grow cold uncovered, since we are covered in sweat and our combined releases. Her hair is tangled from where my hands kept running through it and grabbing onto it. Basically, we are a glorious mess.

After a couple of minutes of silence, she starts to giggle. “I can't believe that you did that while I was on the phone.”

I grunt. She should absolutely believe I would do that while she was on the phone withhim. “Itshouldn't be hard for you to believe. I am a lot of things, and possessive happens to be at the top of that list. I can tell you I'll try to be better, but we both know I'd be lying. I know he's your friend and he's important to you. I promise I will try to reconcile myself to dealing with that, but he wants you back, and I am never going to let you go. The sooner he figures that out, the better the chances are he and I will get along. He needs to move on.”

“And the best way to do that was to make it apparent we were having sex while I was on the phone?” she asks.

“You were naked on my cock. There was no way I was going to sit still. I know you wanted me to play the good boy for your game, but I am not that good. The best you’re going to get is a reformed bad boy, but there will always be a bit of bad in me. I know you were supposed to be in charge, but it is so completely against my nature, and I had a momentary lapse in concentration. That’s where the bad comes in. I’ll never stray, never want another woman, but you are going to get the raw and dirty version of me probably pretty often.” Really what did she expect? Just because I have narrowed my focus to her, doesn’t mean I’ve become a completely different man.

Tessa props herself up on my chest, with her arms crossed, leaning up, so she can look down at me. “I think they call that topping from the bottom.”

I playfully swat her rear. “Am I gonna have to watch where you're going on the internet?”

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