Page 49 of Broken Promises

“No. I kind of want to do it again,” I said with embarrassment, my pussy muscles still clenching with aftershocks. “Got any more fancy tricks?”

The sinister laugh that left him should’ve made me question it, but I knew he’d only do things that would feel good.

“I do. I’m asking you outright. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“If you make me come like that again, you can do whatever you want,” I grinned, barely getting the words out before he was pulling his shirt over his head and unbuckling his jeans. I eyed him hungrily, admiring his toned body as I imagined running my tongue over all the dips in his muscles. My eyes almost bugged out of my damn head when he kicked his boxers off to stroke himself and I saw the metal bars glinting in the garage light.

He gave me a knowing look, having no shame in holding his cock up so I could see the row of barbells under his shaft. I counted four, my eyes flicking up to his amused ones.

“Will I feel them?” I asked curiously, my breath catching as he stepped closer.

“Yeah. Not as well as you would if I fucked you raw, but they still make you come hard if I fuck you from behind. They rub your G-spot.” I went to move, but he stopped me. “I’ll flip you over when I’m ready. Right now, I want to see those pretty honey eyes widen as I stretch you.”

I blushed like an idiot, watching as he bent down to grab his wallet from his jeans. It was almost erotic as he rolled the condom on, taking his time to make sure it didn't catch on the piercings.

Once he was done, he tugged me towards the edge of the hood more and spat on my pussy, tingles moving through me as he rubbed his cock through it. I thought he’d been kidding about the eye contact, but once he was lined up and pushing inside, he held my gaze to watch my reaction.

I whimpered as my body opened for him, my eyes starting to flutter closed.

“Eyes on me,” he murmured, my body flushing at the command as I did as I was told.

He withdrew slightly before pushing in some more, feeling like forever passed before he was all the way in.

“You good?” he asked, waiting for me to nod before he started moving, his thumb going straight to my clit. I cursed, letting him hook my legs over his shoulders as he practically folded me in half and braced his hands on either side of me.

My hands were free, so I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep him close, not being able to breathe properly, but not really caring as he kissed me.

Once he knew my body was warmed up, his thrusts became more demanding and faster, giving me no choice but to cling on and let him slam into me.

I came twice in that position before he did as he’d promised and flipped me over, grabbing one of my knees to place it on the hood to keep me open as he fucked into me frantically.

The next orgasm hit me so hard I thought I was going to blackout.

Liquid dripped down my leg that was holding me up as he kept going until he let out the hottest fucking moan that I’d ever heard, his hips slowing as his cock throbbed inside me.

“Damn, Bluebird,” he panted, carefully easing out of me so he could bend down to grab his shirt. I thought he was getting dressed, but he started wiping at my legs and pussy, cleaning my juices from me.

“I like those piercings,” I said breathlessly, making him smirk.

“You can have them whenever you want. My body’s tingling. I don’t think I’ve come that hard since I lost my virginity.”

I knew he was just saying it, but it made me feel giddy.

He lifted me bridal style, making me scowl. “I can?—”

“I know you can. Let me,” he said as if I was being a nuisance, carrying me into the house and towards the bathroom. He put me down so he could turn on the shower, and I admired the scratches down his back from my nails.

He took his time washing me once he tugged me under the spray, washing himself before happily walking naked to his bedroom to find us some clothes.

I wanted to hate it, I really did, but I couldn’t.

Once we were dressed, he encouraged me to curl up on his lap under a blanket as he flicked the TV on, and I was asleep before he’d even picked a channel.

CHAPTER NINE

ZAVIER

“I’m surprised they haven’t killed each other,” Cruz laughed as we walked towards the front door at Ander’s later that night.

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