Page 73 of Broken

I fist my free hand in her hair. “Look at me when I’m inside you, corazón.” Her eyelids flutter, and she fixes those hypnotic green eyes on my face. “Who are you?”

She drags her luscious bottom lip through her teeth before releasing it with a grin. “Your whore.”

A growl rolls in my throat. “And?”

Her eyelashes flutter against her pink cheeks. “Your wife.”

A possessive desire to claim her surges through my veins. “Exactly. You’re my fucking wife.” I slip my fingers out of her, and I’m unable to resist placing them straight into my mouth. Her taste floods my senses, and her chest heaves as she watches me, waiting for her reward for the sensational blowjob she gave me. I’ll reward her so fucking hard she’ll ride that high the entire time I’m away. I place her on the edge of my desk and take off her pants, removing her socks and sneakers too.

“This too.” I tug at the collar of her navy tunic. “I want to see every inch of you.” She lifts her arms in compliance, and I slide the cotton over her head and toss it onto the pile at my feet. Her bra joins the rest of her clothing, and I suck on each pebbled nipple before I sit down and take a moment to admire her almost-naked body.

Spreading her thighs wide, I place her feet on the arms of my chair and drop my gaze to the telltale creamy damp patch staining her navy cotton panties. I bite down on my lip, stopping a groan from tumbling out of me as I brush my thumb over the wet spot. “Yeah, such a whore for me, corazón.”

She tips her head back, and the flush on her chest races up her neck until it covers her cheeks. “Nate,” she moans.

“Don’t mind me calling you a whore when I’ve got my hands on you, do you, Mel?”

“No.” She bucks her hips, chasing the pressure of my fingers and the pleasure she knows I’m about to bring her. I scoot my chair forward and dip my head between her spread thighs, running my nose over her pussy through her panties and inhaling her sweet, musky scent.

“I don’t usually eat at my desk.” I look up at her and smirk. “But for you, corazón, I think I’ll make an exception.”

“Nate.” Her pleading tone has my cock twitching to life again. I drag my teeth over the damp fabric and gently bite down on her clit.

She whimpers, and I go on teasing her through her panties, my tongue and teeth lashing at her sensitive flesh.

She places one hand on my head, threading her fingers through my hair and tugging at the roots. With the other, she attempts to pull her panties out of the way and tries to ride my face. I catch her wrist and hold it in place while I continue feasting on her through the damp fabric that separates my mouth from her. “Nate!”

I smile, glancing up at her. “This not enough for you?”

She shakes her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. “No.”

Taking pity on her, I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties. “Shall we get these off you?”

“Y-yes.” Her fingers join mine, and she tugs at the fabric along with me. We get them off, and I return her feet to their position on the arms of my chair.

I run my pointer finger along her wet center, so pink and inviting and ready for me. Holding it up, I show her the arousal collected on the tip. “So wet, corazón.”

She bites down on her lip. “Uh-huh.”

I bend my head to the apex of her thighs and inhale. “And so fucking sweet.”

“Please, Nate.”

Fuck me, I love the way she begs. My tongue follows the same path my finger just took, and her creamy taste coats my tongue. I have no idea how I’m going to survive without this for three whole days when I can barely go twelve hours without a part of me inside a part of her. She tastes like she was made for me.

“Holy shit,” she rasps, her tits heaving as she bucks her hips against my greedy mouth, and all thoughts of teasing her any further leave my brain in a rush. I eat her pussy like I’ma starving man eating his first meal in months, all tongue and teeth and lips, taking what I can from her, drinking in every delicious drop as I bring her to the edge of the abyss. Her legs tremble violently, thighs shaking as her clit pulses in my mouth like it has its own heartbeat. My cock is hard again, weeping and ready to take her as soon as I’m done with my feast.

I graze my teeth over her clit and rim the swollen bud of flesh with my tongue. Her climax spirals through her, tearing a guttural cry from her throat. She’s still shaking when I stand, wrap her slender legs around my waist, and line the tip of my cock at her soaking entrance before driving inside her. Her teeth chatter and her head hangs back between her shoulder blades as she takes everything I give her. But it’s not enough. I want her in my arms when she comes apart for me again. Pulling her up, I wrap my arms around her, banding her tightly to me. She responds in kind, clinging to me like she never intends to let me go. Pulling out slowly, I let her feel every inch she’s losing, and she hisses out a breath.

I press my forehead against hers. “Will you miss me, corazón?”

“You know I will.”

I do know that, and the knowledge burns through my veins, along with my need to own her. I sink back inside her, bottoming out in one smooth thrust. I don’t want to leave her. Not for three hours, let alone three days. This right here is the only place I want to be for the rest of my life.

She claws at my neck as I fuck her on my desk, her sweet cum spilling onto the solid oak and creating wet noises as I drive in and out of her, wanting this to last as long as possible, but also needing to fuck her harder than I’ve ever fucked her before. I want her to ache for me while I’m gone. The way that I’ll ache for her. I want her to feel empty and lost without me inside herbecause that’s sure as hell how I feel when I’m not with her. I’m feeling things for this woman I never thought myself capable of.

“Oh, that feels… so good.” Her head tips back on a scream, and her inner walls pulse tight around me as she comes again, milking my cock with hungry squeezes until I fill her with my cum once more.

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