Page 89 of Breaker

“I don’t know what that expression means,” she says, lifting her hand to point to my face. “Your face is very expressive, and it’s doing a weird thing. Since this is my first time seeing that expression on this face, I’m not sure—“

I shut her up with a kiss.

“It means I want inside you,” I tell her, lying her on her back. I trail kisses along her neck, down over her breasts and belly, nipping at the material resentfully that’s hiding her perfect body. “It means I want my mouth on you. It means I want to hear you moan my name.”

Her legs part as I slip lower until my mouth hovers over her cotton panties. I grip her shirt to slide it up, but her hands grab at the fabric, pulling it tight over her belly, pinning it to her sides. A giant flag waves frantically in the back of my head, but I don’t stop to examine it. Not when her gorgeous pussy is inches from my face and I’m about to taste her.

I tap her hip, tugging at her thong. “Lift your hips, Little Red.” Leaning back just enough, I ease her panties down, pulling her legs free, then unfold myself until I’m flat on my stomach, arm curled around her thigh, palm to her lower belly.

My gaze slides up her body to her face, my cock growing painfully hard at what I see. Her lips parted, eyes hooded, one hand gripping my shoulder, the other pressed to the wall above her head, hair spread out wildly around her.

I’m doomed. But I knew I was from the moment I saw her.

The memory flames through me, building the need to taste her to a boiling point. I lower my mouth.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she hisses, hips bucking as I drag my tongue through her slit, tasting musk and salt and that slight tang that’s distinctly her. Her hips tilt, searching for my mouth, but I pull back, only allowing my tongue to graze her clit before pulling away completely.

Her teeth grind. “Breaker.That’s cruel.”

Grinning, I lick my lips, then use the tip of my tongue to part her again. But this time, I don’t stop. I dive in, using my tongue to spear into her, feeling her pussy flutter at the intrusion. The taste of her hikes that carnal need up higher. Covering my face with her slick desire, I breathe her sweet, slightly musky scent into my lungs. With two fingers and no warning, I drive them into her, replacing my tongue and move to her clit. Sucking. Devouring. Fucking worshipping her. I eat her, palm pressed to her stomach to keep her still, grinding my dick into the sheet to help ease the growing need pulsing through it.

Her desperate little whimpers tell me she’s close and I add a finger, stretching her pussy so she can take me right as I suck her clit into my mouth. Her small hands grab my head, pushing and pulling me closer until she rocking onto my face, and begging, begging, begging.

And then she breaks.

Warmth floods my tongue. I nearly come at the taste of her, at the thought that I’ve just brought her to the point of screaming my name. I release her clit and sit up, moving to kneel between her thighs too hungry to slow down.

She’s barely coming down when I free my hard cock, shoving my pants down, pressing into her slick opening, trying to move into her like a greedy teenage boy.

Slow down.I need to remember to move slowly so I don’t hurt her.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, my tip inching into her. I lean forward to swallow her gasps, but she turns her face to the side, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Morning breath,” she murmurs, her free hand grabbing my ass, trying to pull me in deeper.

“Hold on, Little Red. You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.” I press my forehead to hers, nearly curling over she’s so much smaller than me. I never thought I had a thing for size, but I love how tiny she is. My hand next to her head is as large as her beautiful face. How her pale, thin arms look so small and frail compared to my dark, muscled ones. How delicate her jawline feels under my lips as I turn my head to place a kiss.

“Fuck me,” she breathes, mouth pressed to my ear, her sweet little groans like a symphony as I slowly inch my way in, pulling back and driving in deeper with each slow thrust.

“Fu-ck,“ I hiss as I hit so deep, I can’t go anymore and she whimpers, the slight hitch of breath, telling me I’m too deep, too big, lighting my blood on fire. “You’re so tight.”

Her response is a gasp as I drive in again slowly but deeply, bottoming out too soon. She’s too tense. Too needy.

“Come on, Little Red, relax.” I pull out to drive in again, her slick pussy gripping me so tight I’m barely hanging on to my sanity. A dark, primal urge to drive into her, hard, deep, fuck her rough until she’s screaming in pain and pleasure, almost takes over, but I keep myself in check. “You feel so good, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

There’s a little nod and she breathes out in my ear. I slip in more, and I swear I almost black out. I take a minute to gather myself then start to move. One hand cradles the back of her head, the other grips her ass, pulling her gently to me every time I drive in. My entire hand cups one ass cheek and I let my fingers slip between them, feeling her wetness on her tight hole.

“Oh shit,” she rasps. “Fuck yes.”

I slip my finger over the tightness. “I can’t wait to get you home,” I grate, doing my best to keep my movements slow, angling my hips to hit that place that makes her whimper—

Like that.

Fuck yes. Just like that.

I drive in again, slightly harder, loving how her breath rushes from her lungs.

“Viper can’t wait to fuck this perfect ass,” I whisper, keeping my cheek to hers, my mouth to her ear. “You’ll look so beautiful taking his cock here.” My finger slips in slightly. The sound she makes has me moving just a little faster. It has me burying my face in her hair to breathe her in. Sweet fruits and something floral and dark. Like a summer day or an open field before nightfall. “So beautiful and tight, he’ll not last long, and he’ll fill this perfect ass with so much cum it’ll be leaking out of you.”

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