Page 35 of Hard to Break

My hips arch, sliding lazily over him.

Miles’s laugh is tortured. “How long do you think you can do that for?”

“Long as I want,” I say tartly.

His tip slips inside, making me gasp. He grabs my arms and shifts me back. “Wait. Condom.”

The reaction is automatic. But as I watch him search his pockets, looking rumpled and determined and increasingly desperate, a better idea forms.

“Or… we could not.”

He stills, all that attention going straight back onto me. “You sure?”

There’s not enough air in the limo. A second ago we were fine, but there’s a weight on my chest, my lungs.

I don’t leave myself exposed with anyone. But with Miles, I’m not trying to scratch an itch.

I don’t only want him. I want us.

“So sure,” I whisper.

We’ve talked before about having been tested since either of us was with anyone else.

The way his face transforms…

He positions me over him, the head of his cock teasing me as I rock back and forth. Then he tugs me down.

Oh, damn.

Anyone who says size is all that matters is full of shit, but the feeling of him filling me, stretching me, coupled with the tug in my chest when he looks in my eyes, is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.

“Fuck, you take me so good.” He groans, kneading my ass. “So tight and wet with nothing between us.”

“I dreamed about this one night,” I confess.

“I dream about this every night.”

At first, I’m riding him, but soon he’s lifting and lowering me.

In this car, there are no cameras. There’s no Kevin or my mom. Nothing and no one can get inside.

My nails rake under his sweater and T-shirt, making his skin shiver as his abs flex. I squeeze him, hard. He hisses out a breath and shoots me a look like he knows exactly what I’m doing.

“Oh, that’s how we’re going to do this? You want me to come first?”

“Only fair,” I murmur.

Then he hooks a hand under my knee, lifting it so my shin presses his chest. “Agree to disagree, Princess.”

He pulls out and strokes back in. I gasp. The new angle makes the fit even tighter. He just upped the ante.

“Don’t stop now,” he challenges, a tight grin on his face.

I grind against him, taking him as deep as I can. I want to make him come, but it’s dangerous work. Everything I do to torment him only brings me closer to the edge.

The feel of him is exquisite. Combined with our damp skin, the scent of his aftershave, his low rasping breath, and him stroking my clit, I’m nearly lost to pleasure.

Then the next stroke, he trembles a little. I sense my advantage and tug his lip between my teeth, feeling him twitch inside me.

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