Page 21 of Broken Promise

“That’s my point,” she says kissing mequickly. “Can I finish my sugar now?”

Tugging her back, I kiss her until she pullsaway, gasping for breath.

“Thank you,” I say cupping her face.

“I think I should be thanking you,” she sayswith a dazed look in her eyes.

“I’m serious, Karmen. Thank you for notbelieving her.”

Chapter Ten

Karmen Jones

If I’m being honest with myself, there was amoment, a split-second where I thought Charlotte was telling thetruth before I came to my senses. I know Welsey as well as anyoneelse and Charlotte is definitely lying. I don’t tell him that,though. Especially not after he thanks me.

“I love you,” he says, kissing me again.

Twining my arms around his neck, I press mybreasts against his firm chest. Wesley kills the burner beforecupping my ass, lifting me into the air and allowing me to wrap mylegs around his waist before stepping out of the kitchen. We don’tmake it far as we strip each other’s clothes off. Wesley pulls mysundress over my head as I work at the top button of his jeansafter throwing his shirt on the floor. My bra soon joins his shirt,leaving me in just my panties.

I may still be a little sensitive, but Ineed to feel him inside me, to know he belongs to me, and onlyme.

“Please,” I beg.

“Please what, babe?” he asks, perching myass on the side of the couch.

I’m eye level with his crotch so I choosenot to answer his question, instead freeing his hard cock from theconfines of his jeans. Sticking my tongue out, I lick around thetip before sucking him into my mouth.

“Fuck. Karmen,” he moans above me, threadinghis fingers through my hair. “So. Fucking. Good.”

I moan around his cock and suck him deeperinto my mouth. Wesley lets me set the pace for a few minutes beforeharshly tugging at my hair until I look up into his eyes.

“Breathe through your nose, babe.”

It’s the only warning I get before hethrusts deep into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, andcausing me to gag. He pulls back before doing it again and againand again.

“Fucking perfect,” he rasps, staring into myeyes. “Such a good girl.”

Using my left hand, I gently fondle hisballs while my right hand moves my underwear aside and I harshlyrub at my clit. My pussy is drenched, and I know Wesley is going tolove that.

Suddenly, his cock is ripped out of my mouthas he falls to his knees between my spread thighs. I try to removemy hand, but he stops me, keeping it in place.

“Touch yourself,” he commands hoarsely. “Iwant to see.”

I don’t need to be told twice. Running twofingers through my slit, I gather the wetness and spread it aroundmy clit. Slowly, I trace circles around the nub, keeping my touchlight and the movements slow. Having him down there, watching whatI am doing is turning me on more than I could have thoughtpossible.

My pussy contracts around nothing, beggingto be filled by his length but I keep doing what I am doing.

“That’s so fucking sexy,” he says, his voicegravelly as his breath blows across my sex. “I never thought Iwould want to watch you play with yourself, but I was fuckingwrong.”

“Wesley,” I moan, spearing myself with twofingers. His tongue flicks my clit and I cry out, unable to holdback. “Please!” I beg. “Fuck me.”

Within the blink of an eye, I am laying halfon the couch with my ass still on the edge of the armrest as Wesleyspears me with his erection. I scream loud and long as I wrap mylegs around his ass, pushing him deeper.

He pulls out and thrusts in again, mybreasts shaking with the action. He fucks me hard and fast, shovingmy entire body further into the couch. My orgasm hits me out of theblue, stealing my breath and dragging him along with me, both of usgroaning.

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Wesley Blake

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