Page 104 of Broken Promises

“You on my cock in any way is good,” he assured me, turning his body slightly so he could put his leg across the couch and move the ice pack to his shin. “I probably should’ve taken it a little easy on you. I don’t exactly know how much experience you have.”

“I want it like that all the time,” I confirmed, letting him tug me onto his lap. His cock nestled against my pussy, and I let out a content sigh as he kissed my throat.

“Tell me what you like,” he asked after a beat of silence, his hands sliding down my sides to my ass.

“You won’t go caveman on me and ask how I know I like it?”

“I’m aware that you’ve learned your experience from the guys,” he said wryly. “Go on, tell me.”

Part of me was worried that this was all going to blow up again the second the dust settled, but I also wanted him to know. This was Reid, the guy who’d helped me with my first period without saying it was gross, and who’d held me all night after many nightmares.

He’d never tell me something I liked was weird, that much I knew.

“I think my favorite thing is receiving oral,” I mumbled, hating how my face burned instantly as if he hadn’t just fucked me all over the living room. “I like DP once it’s in. Before that, it’s not the most comfortable thing.”

“That’s a lot for a newbie to be doing,” he said with worry, but I shook my head.

“We took it slow, and I trusted them. I, uh, also like being a little dominant. Ander lets me choke him sometimes.”

“Lavaro let you do that? The big alpha asshole that likes bossing people around?”

“He lets me try anything I want. He’s just happy to be involved, I think.”

That made him huff out a laugh, his dick twitching against me. “I’m not surprised. Well, I’m not a fan of being choked, but I will one hundred percent eat your pussy whenever you wish.”

“Is there something I can do that you’d like?” I offered, his hands squeezing my ass firmly.

“Just having you like this is all I’ve ever wanted. I’ll say sorry more, I promise. This doesn’t fix everything I broke, I know that.”

“I love you, you know?” I said softly, leaning forward to give him a quick kiss. “But I also love Zavier, and I’m not leaving Ander. As much as he hurt me, I never stopped loving Logan either. This is probably messy, but if you’re willing to?—”

“If you can understand that sometimes I’ll get jealous and need to stake some kind of claim to fix my bullshit, then that’s all I ask for,” he cut in, running his hands up my sides and stroking along my under boob with his thumb. “I’d rather love you alongside them than love you from the sidelines. Besides, I need help wrangling you.”

He laughed when I swatted him, my eyes catching on the wet carpet.

“How do we clean the carpet? I’ve never had to get pussy juice out of carpet before,” I asked with a wince, leaning back and making him curse under his breath as his dick slid along my wet pussy.

“Fuck the carpet. You need to put pants on before I rail you all over again.”

I giggled, rolling my hips a little to rub on him. “Careful. You’ll hurt yourself more.”

“Injured or not, I can put you in your place. Don’t get cocky,” he grunted, reaching between us to grasp his cock and rub it back and forth against my clit, making me jerk.

My hand grabbed the back of the couch for support, his eyes studying me with something like awe.

“What?” I asked as he kept going, obviously trying to get me off again.

“I’ve been imagining how I’d fuck you for the first time for half my damn life,” he said sheepishly. “I’d planned on taking my time with you, not ravishing you like a savage.”

“I kind of like being ravished,” I replied, using my knees to lift myself slightly to move him where I wanted him.

“Raven,” he warned, the head of his cock nudging my entrance.

“Do you have another condom?”

“No.”

“Then pull out.”

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