Page 49 of Breaking Storm

And now as I’m above her, sinking my cock into her slow and determined, Teagan’s moans and pleas fortify this jealousy. Her hips meet mine, fingernails scrape over my back, and I stare down at her, thrashing in pleasure. My name is burned on her tongue. My dick trademarked her body. Teagan is mine and will always belong to me. I dart my tongue out to lick the sweat from the dip below her throat, and I circle the teeth marks decorating her nipples. My eyes close, pelvis circling her clit, and my thrusts increase. Our moans morph and take turns.

She begs me to go faster, whispering, “Joey, I need more.”

I bend her legs to where she’s folded in half, her knees at her shoulders. Her pussy is wide open, weeping for more. My hands wrap around her ankles above her head, and I slam in, my cock hitting her cervix.

She gasps, “Ow!”

Without another movement, I ask, “That hurt?”

Licking her lips, looking at me between her bent legs, she says, “Yeah, but I want to try it.”

“Try what?”

“Deep penetration.”

I let out a diluted laugh. “This is as deep as I’m going to get, except if it’s painful for you—”

Her hands wrap around my wrists, holding her ankles. “I’ve heard it’s painful and pleasurable.” My hands loosen and she stops me by saying, “Please, Joey.”

“Why? I’ve pumped in and out fast, but not all the way. So, why do you want me to go deep?”

“You like it, right? You’ve done it with other women, right?”

Her legs flop onto the bed when I sit on my heels, still inside her. I’m angry. “What the fuck, Tea? Why would you even mention other women?”

She bites her lip. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

I pull out of her, get off the bed, and slip on my boxer briefs. Teagan covers herself with the sheet. She watches me slide open the balcony door and pace in front of it.

“What’s wrong, Joey?”

I halt, hands on my hips, and glare at her. “What’s wrong? You’re asking me about other women.”

Teagan tightens the sheets as she stands and wraps them around her before walking toward me. “Because I’m not stupid. Women are a specialty to you.”

In two steps, my body is inches from her, and she takes a step backward.

Through gritted teeth, I poke my finger for emphasis. “You’re my specialty! You are! What I did and who I did meant nothing.”

“I hate when people say that. Of course, it meant something. When I was with Ashton—”

My body curves over hers when I spit out, “Don’t finish that sentence. I don’t fucking want to know about who you slept with.”

Teagan hugs the sheet against her, turns, and walks over to the dresser, saying, “Fine!”

She pulls out some clothes, but I stop her by snatching them out of her hand.

Like a tornado, she spins toward me and lashes out, “What’s wrong with you? I figured you’d want to fuck hard. I’m asking for somethingyouenjoy.”

“Then you mention other women.”

I throw her clothes to the side, one arm wrapping around her waist, and I lift her off the ground. Stalking to the balcony, I stand her on the chair, facing away from me. From this vantage point, Reuben can only see our heads.

My hand slides to the front, covering her throat to keep her steady. I slide the other down, rubbing her clit.

Mouth close to her ear, I say, “It’s me and you, Tea. No one else. Our sexual pasts are gone. I don’t want you mentioning them.” I angle her head to the side, curving it over my shoulder so she can see me. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. Do you understand?”

Her throat dips as she swallows. “Yes.”

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