Page 60 of Breaking the Habit

“Are you ready for this jelly?”

She pressed her forehead to his. “Slather it on.”

Levi snorted. “Slather the jelly?”

She rocked her hips toward him. “Whatever. I was trying to work with your metaphor. Come on.”

Levi squeezed her ass cheeks, a message of endearment or maybe a warning, and then he eased himself inside of her. But slowly…so slowly that it made her angry.

“Levi!” she grunted, after he’d gone a half millimeter in what felt like an hour.

His breath came out shaky. “I need to go slow.”

“Why?” She arched against him, urging him deeper. His breath slid out shakily, and his eyes fluttered shut.

“Ri, your pussy…” He didn’t finish his thought. He wet his bottom lip and surged forward. A gravelly moan ripped out of him.

“Jesus, Levi,” she gasped, once he buried himself so deep it felt like he’d popped out the other side. He pressed his forehead against hers.

He grunted, digging his fingertips into her ass cheeks hard enough that she thought it might leave bruises. He jerked her body higher against him. She gasped. He could move her like a rag doll…and she loved it.

“God, you feel fucking amazing.” Levi’s words came out angry. She inhaled sharply when he drilled into her again, leaving her quaking.

“Be careful,” she warned, voice shaky.

He grunted, easing out of her and then drilling in, burying himself to the hilt. “Why? Are you okay?”

She could barely find her voice to speak. “I’m just…gonna come…like…so fast if you keep doing that.”

A mischievous smile tugged at his lips, and he lowered his chin. “Oh yeah?”

She nodded, crying out as he thrust inside her again. His filling her was nothing short of perfection. She saw stars—actual freaking stars—whenever his cock was crammed inside her. Sex had never felt like this with anyone else. But with Levi, it was the perfect combination of fun and sexy and spine-tingling and epic.

“That’s sorta the goal,” Levi said, his voice sounding strained. “See how fast I can make you come.” He grunted as he pulled out of her, then used the swollen tip of his cock to nudge at her clit. She made some unattractive noise, a combination of a squeal and a shout, and then he buried himself inside her again.

“Fuuuuuck,” Riley moaned. She could tell he was close too—the beads of sweat at his brow, the way he kept licking his lips, as if mentally preventing the orgasm from taking over. Their one night in his bed, fucking over and over again, had taught her a lot about him already. And she liked every bit of him.

“Wait.” Levi loosened his grip on her and tugged at her T-shirt with one hand, urging it up. Riley tried to get it over her head, but got her arm stuck in the process.

“Help,” she croaked, her arm jammed upward trying to wriggle out.

It took Levi a few attempts to extract her from the shirt. His cock pulsed inside her during the pause. Once the T-shirt cleared her head, a breath of relief whooshed out of her.

“That was scary,” she murmured as Levi’s lips found the roundness of her cleavage. He tugged down her bra cups a second later and lavished attention over each breast.

“Everybody gets stuck in their clothes sometimes,” Levi said, his voice a million miles away.

“It was because of your cock,” she said, head lolling backwards as his tongue danced over the pebbled tips of her breasts.

“Mmmmm.” Levi rocked against her again, and this time, the pleasure churned hot and fast, like a threat. Her orgasm was threatening her with its intensity and its nearness, and holy hell, all she wanted to do was unravel around his steel heat.

Levi’s teeth nicked her collarbone again. She wasn’t going to last much longer. The look that seared between them said it all. This wasn’t only hot, it was life-changing somehow, and Riley couldn’t understand why, or what it meant, other than she needed to ride this wave as far as she could.

Levi eased himself out and then he braced her for another thrust. He drilled so deep, filling her so completely, that the stars came back and she fell over the edge. Not in a whoosh but in a glorious trickling, as if the orgasm itself had started bone-deep and bled outward, slowly filling every crevice with its liquid heat.

Her whole body went rigid while the pleasure made its decisive steps through her. Levi’s gaze burned on her as he thrust into her one last time, grinding his hips against hers as his abs jerked with his own release.

Riley collapsed forward, unable to do anything other than be a limp noodle. Levi’s arms encircled her, and everything around her ceased. All she could see and hear was contentment. The low buzz of being sated. The tang of Levi’s sweat and his cologne, something like vetiver and cedar.

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