Page 44 of Broken

“Please, Nate!” I take one last shot at begging, but I’m unable to form the two syllables of his entire name.

He grunts, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my thighs as he pulls me closer to his face, pressing me deeper into his eager mouth. Groaning, he feasts on me, sealing his lips over my clit, sucking hard and flicking the swollen bud of flesh with the tip of his tongue.

My entire body trembles. Every cell hangs on the precipice of an almighty explosion. I buck my hips, and Nathan keeps a firm grip on me, pinning me in place. I’m going to lose my mind.

Intense pressure builds in my core, snaking in my center and spreading between my thighs. I scream out a word that’s unintelligible even to my own ears. When he grazes me with his teeth, I lose it. One explosion after another ricochets through me until they reach my aching center. And then something unfamiliar and euphoric happens—if I wasn’t so high off this soul-altering, life-affirming orgasm, I might be mortified. My release rushes out of me like a river that broke its dam, soaking Nathan and the countertop and spattering onto the marble floor below.

“Jesus fuck.” Nathan groans against my skin as he goes on sucking and licking me.

I shake from head to toe. My head is spinning. I feel like I just rode every rollercoaster at Six Flags on repeat for infinity. Warm pleasure settles into my bones like an old friend. I gasp for breath, trying to suck in much-needed oxygen before I pass out.

And when I have the strength to lift my head, Nathan lifts his too. His fiery eyes burn into mine, and something passes between us. A connection that goes so much deeper than any I’ve shared with anyone else. Like it can’t be broken.

Until he breaks it.

He wipes his glistening jaw, cleaning me off his skin. “Told you, Spitfire.” Then he pushes back his stool, presses a single kiss on my abdomen, and walks out of the room.

I drop my head back, wincing as it hits the countertop with a dull thud. What the hell just happened?

Chapter

Twenty-Four

NATHAN

Jesus fucking Christ on a motherfucking cracker. The blood pounding in my ears is echoed by the painful throbbing of my cock as I stalk down the hallway to my bedroom. I need to get away from her. Away from her sweet, addictive scent. Her supple body that responds to me like we’ve known each other forever. And definitely far away from her juicy, hot-as-hell cunt.

Why the hell did I do that? A quick finger-fuck would have gotten the job done much more efficiently, and I wouldn’t have her scent and taste all over me. I glance down at my shirt, stained wet with her cum. Literally all over me.

I need a shower. An ice-cold two-hour-long shower.

Five minutes later, my cock is still harder than steel despite the cool water running over me. She’s everywhere, invading every one of my senses. Her moans and desperate whimpers ring in my ears. All I can see is her incredible body spread open for me. I feel her under my skin. Smell her every time I take a breath. Taste her when my tongue brushes the roof of mymouth. She might as well have climbed inside me and taken up residence in my body.

I bang my fist on the tiled wall and mutter all the curse words I can think of. But it’s no use, I can’t shake her from my skin. I wrap my hand around the base of my shaft, squeezing tight until my eyes roll back and I feel some relief. If I leave this shower in the same state I walked into it, I can’t be sure I won’t go bang down Mel’s door and fuck her where she stands. But I promised her one orgasm with no expectations and no strings attached, and that’s exactly what I delivered.

I pump my cock, groaning as heat coils at the base of my spine. I try to think of anything but her, but there’s nothing else in my head. My previous highlight reel has vanished. And I realize it’s been absent for the past six weeks. Ever since I laid eyes on her, which I guess is a good thing. I am a married fucking man, after all. And those faceless women before her meant nothing to me. So I press my forehead against the cool tile and think of my wife. I imagine how good it will feel when I finally sink my cock inside her tight, wet cunt. How she’ll scream my fucking name all over this goddamn penthouse. How I’ll make her come so hard she’ll forget any asshole ever put his hands on her before me.

I tug harder, and beads of precum weep from the slit of my crown. Mel is mine. All fucking mine. And I’ll be fucked if I wait six months for the baby-making deal to kick in before I fuck her. She’ll be lucky if she gets six more days before I claim her. With that thought, my climax washes over me like a tsunami, knocking the breath from my lungs. I rock onto the balls of my feet, my head spinning violently as endorphins flood my system and warm ribbons of cum streak over my knuckles.

I look down at the mess on my hand and wish my wife was in here with me to clean it up.

Taking a sip of coffee,I stare out the window. Anything to avoid looking at the kitchen counter where I made her come last night. Not just come. She fucking squirted. All fucking over me. I bite down on my lip and stifle a groan because the memory is making my cock hard again, and I only just calmed him down. I haven’t jerked off so much in the shower since I was a teenager.

“That was an asshole move you pulled last night.”

Her voice startles me, and I spin around to face her. “What?”

She folds her arms across her chest. “You know what, Nathan.”

I frown at her. “I really fucking don’t.”

She snorts. “Seriously. You…” Her cheeks flush pink. “You didthat thing,and then you just walked away without so much as a goodnight.”

I guess I did leave her alone with a puddle of her cum to clean up. But if I hadn’t, I would’ve fucked her right there on the counter and then she’d be way more pissed at me than she is right now. “I fulfilled our agreement.”

Her eyes glisten with unshed tears. “You made me feel used and cheap.”

Fuck. I sigh and shake my head. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention.”

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