Page 103 of Break my Heart

It’s like there’s an invisible thread connecting his body to my core.

Who would have thought watching him stroke his chest would be such a turn on?

His hands continue their slow descent to his groin. It’s only when he reaches his destination that I notice his cock has stiffened back up again and is standing at attention.

Another wave of desire crashes over me, and I shift on the chair as my pussy throbs a harsh beat that vibrates throughout my entire body. I’m not sure if I’ve ever felt so turned on in my life. It doesn’t take long before my fingers are twitching with the urge to touch myself.

When he swirls his fingertip around the tiny slit, spreading clear fluid on the blunt head of his dick, I just about come undone. Before I realize it, my fingers grip the hem of my sweater and I’m lifting it up my torso and over my head. His gaze snaps to mine, and heat sparks in his eyes when I unsnap my bra and drop it to the floor.

Unwilling to overthink my actions, I rise to my feet and remove my jeans and panties until I’m just as naked as he is. Only then do I resettle on the chair. I press my spine against the cushion before spreading my legs wide enough for each one to dangle over the armrests so I’m completely exposed.

He turns his head toward me as his fingers tighten around his cock, and he slowly strokes the hard length.

As I watch him pleasure himself, I can’t help but feel the rush of excitement build deep down inside of me. I pinch and tweak my nipples until they stiffen, mimicking the actions of his hands on his own body. Anticipation heightens with each second that ticks by.

The intensity in his gaze is palpable as green fire snaps from his eyes, and he picks up speed. My own hand drifts downward, to the part of me that pulses with a life all its own. That first brush of my fingertips against my sensitive lips is enough to have a groan rising from my chest. I force it back, not allowing it to escape.

He growls as his fingers loosen from around his erection and slide lower before cupping and squeezing each ball.

Holy fuck.

Heat floods my core as my fingers circle my drenched entrance before finally dipping inside.

He releases another garbled sound as I spread the wetness around before circling my clit with lazy strokes and flicking the little piece of jewelry. It’s so tempting to close my eyes and enjoy the sensations that ripple outward to the very tips of my fingers and toes. This is the first time I’ve touched myself and actually felt like I was about to come.

My gaze stays locked on Hayes. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. The sight of him playing with himself is so damn hot. I can understand why women pay good money to watch him.

When a scream builds within me, my teeth sink into my lower lip to keep it trapped inside.

I’m so damn close to shattering into a million broken pieces.

With a tilt of my hips, I spread my legs wider. Even from here it would be impossible not to notice the way his pupils dilate, the black swallowing up the green, as they smolder with heat.

When I can’t stand another second, my eyelids flutter shut as I tweak my nipple with my fingers while the other hand plays with my pussy, pushing me closer to the edge and into oblivion.

It’s almost a shock when a deep growl erupts from him. My eyelids fly open just in time to see him roll toward the computer and slam the lid shut before jumping to his feet and swallowing up the distance between us with three long-legged strides.

I gasp when he drops to his knees between my parted legs, his eyes focused and intense. His strong fingers grip my inner thighs as he spreads the lips of my pussy apart, exposing my delicate flesh. Without hesitation, he leans in and kisses my center, his tongue lapping up the wetness. He teases my clit with quick flicks of his tongue, sending bursts of pleasure through my body. I arch, wanting more, as he moves his tongue around my piercing. Just when my inner muscles begin to tighten, he pulls away and the cool air hits me, making me shudder. Before I can protest the loss, he gently slaps my clit with his fingertips, creating a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that only pushes me closer to release.

“You distracted me.” He swats me again.

Only this time, I anticipate it and press closer, craving the sting before pleasure rushes in to drown it out.

“You love it, don’t you?” he asks, a tortured groan following the question.

“I do,” I admit as the familiar ache between my legs intensifies. “I love it all.”

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

His lips fasten on me again as he sucks the tiny ring into his mouth. With his thumb, he gathers up some of the wetness before pressing it against my rosebud and penetrating the tight ring of muscle.

It doesn’t take more than that for me to splinter apart. And then I’m lost in an intense sea of pleasure. A scream tears from my throat before I can think of tamping it down.

At this point, I don’t give a damn who hears me cry out my orgasm. I only care about the spasms that rack my body.

As soon as the last tremor fades, Hayes rises to his feet until his hard cock bobs inches from my face. His fingers tangle through the thick strands of my hair to hold me in place.

“How about you finish what you started earlier?”

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