Page 27 of His Fractured Girl

I know what she needs. Her body is desperate for it. So, I begin my pursuit. Teasing her open with my tongue, fucking my way into her until she’s nice and ready for me. Her walls start to contract, and I slip away, working my way back up her body again. This time, I want her coming on my cock. Then after I’m done claiming what’s mine, I’ll have her riding my tongue, rubbing her clit against my lips. Giving me another.

“You have to tell me if it hurts, babe.” I spread her thighs wide, positioning myself at the helm of her perfection. “If you need me to stop, I’ll pull out.”

Her answering “please” has me lining up with her entrance, slowly pushing forward, studying her face for any signs of pain as I breach her opening with the crown of my cock. Shelets out a moan, arching into my touch, so I slide in further. Stretching her slick walls. Slipping through her warm, wet heat which is squeezing me like a glove. She’s taking me so perfectly. Unhindered by my size.

“I won’t break, Travis.” My eyes snap up to hers, and the desperation is strained on her face; the thirst for more burning dark in her eyes. “You don’t have to be gentle.”

I’m not just going slow for her sake. I’m afraid that as soon as I start pumping my hips, I’ll come. And I’m not ready for this to be over. I want this moment to last. I want it to outstretch the painful memory from her past and to show her what true love making is like. It’s not just about sex; it’s about the connection.

“I just don’t want to come yet, babe. You feel too good. Just give me a moment to breathe.”

She thrusts up against me, ignoring my comment, her stare locked on. It’s like a challenge. Torturing me with her sweet cunt, forcing me to give into the feelings. I brace myself for the ride, letting her take the lead. She shifts up, her hands wrapping around my neck then her hips start rocking. Up and down she rubs her little pussy over my cock. It’s almost too much. My body is losing its stronghold against her attack. My thighs practically shaking as I fight to keep the orgasm from breaking through. I can feel the sweat over my skin. The pressure building in my gut. I need her to come. I won’t let go until she does.

I reach between us, pressing my thumb to her clit. Rubbing it in time with her rocking hips. Her head falls back, and I feel her walls constrict around my shaft. It’s the permission I was waiting for. My cock pumps forward, quick hard thrusts, grinding down to give her more, and her body takes it. Pulling me right into her storm. Shattering me into a million pieces and then putting me back together. My mind is racing as emotions plunder through. Pleasure, love, obsession, lust, andan incessant need to protect my precious girl. A need to avenge all the wrongs which were done to her.

I’m never going to let anyone hurt her again. And I’m going to make sure that everything that fucker did fades in her mind. I’ll replace every memory with love and prove that I’m worthy of her trust.

I shift to the side, pulling her into my chest, hugging her close. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Better than okay.” She breathes. “That was amazing.”

My pride takes a bow, aiming to please, but she hasn’t seen anything yet. Once her nerves have settled and she’s gotten past any fears, I’ll show her exactly how amazing sex can be.

“You’reamazing.” I kiss her nose.

Her finger comes out and flicks my arm, and I’m struck by the little sting. “Ow, what was that for?”

“I just needed to make sure I’m not dreaming.”

I grab her neck, pulling her right to my mouth. Kissing her deep. “You’re not dreaming, babe. But if you flick me again, I’m going to turn you over and give you a spanking.”

Her eyes are big now, but judging by the blush forming in her cheeks, I don’t think she despises the idea. By the time I’m done with her, she’ll be craving it.

“You hungry, babe?”

“Starved.”

It’s time to feed my girl dinner so I can have my dessert.

13

Sophie

“Hey, babe. Do you know if I left a bag in the car? I can’t find the condiments anywhere.” That’s because I tucked them under the back seat so they wouldn’t slide out and roll around everywhere.

“Yep, they’re in the back. I’ll go grab them.” I grab his key and head out to the garage but pause my hand on the knob when I hear a strained voice coming from the other side of the door.

“You better behave this weekend or I’m going to ground this stubborn ass of yours.”

It sounds like Lukas and Torre are fighting again. I’m guessing with everyone coming into town this weekend, he’s worried she’ll sneak some alcohol and have a drunk fest. Torrin really doesn’t have an affinity for drinking, so he doesn’t need to worry.

“I’m always a good girl,” Torrin answers, sounding winded. She must be exasperated over him constantly assuming she’s going to get herself into trouble.

“Is that so? You’re being bad right now. Our parents are about to show up and look at you acting like a little slut.”

What the hell? How dare Lukas speak to her like that. Torrin is not acting like a slut. She may be in a skirt, but it doesn’t look slutty. I go to open the door, but it doesn’t budge. They must be right on the other side.

“Hey, guys! I need to get something from Travis’s car so can someone let me into the garage?”

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