Page 179 of Come Break My Heart Again

“Right now, I’d rather get fucked than listen to you talk,” she replies.

I grin. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

Fucking finally.

Our mouths collide in a desperate, messy kiss.

I planned to draw this out. To kiss my way down her chest and play with her breasts. To lick her pussy and suck her clit. To savor every second of this in a way I couldn’t against the side of a busy bar.

But I’m also impatient. It feels like I’ve waited my entire life for this moment, and I want to be as close to her as possible. Andevery time I move my mouth to her jaw or her neck, Elle adjusts so my lips land on hers again.

She’s as needy as I am.

And she’s the one who fists my dick, rubbing the tip of my cock through her wet heat.

She’s never been with anyone else. I was shocked when she told me last night, and I’m still stunned by it now. Elle’s playing my body like a maestro. Squeezing the sensitive head of my dick and then rubbing the sensitive spot behind my balls. My control is slipping, which seems to be exactly what she wants. My muscles are tensed and burning, resisting the urge to thrust deep.

I pull away long enough to ask, “Where’s the condom?”

“I don’t know,” Elle replies cheekily. “You had it.”

I search around the sheets until I find the foil packet. Elle’s as unhelpful as possible, running her hands over every inch of my skin she can reach.

I roll the condom on as fast as I can, then settle over her again. The position is deliberate. I want to be able to see her face.

She moans when my penis brushes against her swollen pussy. I tease her a little, rubbing up, down, and around.

Elle lifts her hips, trying to take me. “Please.”

“What do you want, Elle?” I ask.

“You,” she breathes. “I want you.”

I give her an inch.

She arches her back, a rosy flush spreading across her chest. I grab her knee and hook it around my hip, pressing another inch deeper.

She’s tight. Wet.Sotight andsowet, and somehow, this is better than every other time we’ve had sex.

There’s a feeling of permanence I’ve never felt before. I’m not terrified I’ll never get to touch her again. It feels like we’ll do this every day for the rest of our lives.

“Fuck, Ryder. More. I need more.”

Elle’s nails dig into my back, cutting deep enough to leave marks and break skin. I’ve always been hers, so it feels like a fitting brand.

I give her two inches this time. Maybe three. The snug clasp of her cunt is shredding what little remains of my willpower and blurring my focus. It’s taking all of my resolve to keep from pounding into her like an animal.

But Elle comes first. Always.

She wraps both legs around my waist. It shifts the angle, the head of my cock hitting a deeper spot, and she moans loudly.

I glance down, the sight of her spread around my cock making my dick swell even more. I knew I was her first. But knowing she’s never done this with anyone but me … that I’m the only one who’s ever seen her like this, who’s been inside of her … fuck, it messes with my head in the best way. Strips me down to all these possessive, primal urges.

I’d kill for this girl. Would lie or cheat or steal or beg or borrow for anything she needed.

I think I knew she was it for me the first time I saw her playing tic-tac-toe by herself. But I realize it all over again right now.

She takes the rest of me with a loud whimper of want, her hands sliding down my back to grip my ass as I pump into her. The breathy sounds she’s making are slowly driving me insane. Flames lick down my spine as pressure builds at the base of it.

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