Page 30 of A Little Broken

“Mm-hmm.” She laces her hands around my neck, tugs me closer before I can question her, and opens her mouth, sucking on my tongue the same way I imagine she would my cock. The imagery is enough to make my head spin. I squeeze her ass, letting her feel me against her.

“Mm-hmm,” she repeats, humming against me as if to say, “Yes. This is why I’m here.” To hook up and get off. Not to look at the stars or learn anything about each other except what drives the other person wild. And she’s right. I’m almost ashamed I needed the reminder.

I reach for the backs of her thighs and pick her up, ready to worship every inch of her after an entire night of foreplay. Once her legs circle my waist, I carry her inside, lay her onone of the leather couches, and pin her in place. With forearms on both sides of her head, I kiss her harder, grinding myself against her pussy as she mewls softly. The sound is like gasoline on an already blazing inferno, and it takes everything inside me to keep from ripping her clothes off and rutting into her like a wild animal. Ignoring my throbbing cock, I slide down her body, reach for her skirt, unbutton the top, and tug it down her legs and off her feet before doing the same to her thong. Spreading her pussy, I kiss her folds softly, blowing air on her clit until she squirms beneath me. Fuck, I love this. Watching what I do to her. How she reacts to me. The tiny whimpers. The quivering mess. Her leg muscles tighten as if she’s thinking of closing them, but I dig my fingers into the soft flesh, keeping her spread wide for me.

I like her like this. At my mercy. Dripping. Begging. And so fucking ready for whatever I’m willing to give her.

Diving in for another kiss, I lap at her pussy, swirling the tip of my tongue against her opening and pressing the flat of it against her pulsing clit. Another gasp escapes her as her hands find my hair, twisting the strands into her fist until my scalp twinges as she pushes me against her center.

I think she likes it.

With a smirk, I look up before thrusting my tongue inside of her, and fuck, what I wouldn’t give for it to be my aching cock. She’s pretty like this. Desperate and needy. Her fingers claw at my scalp, threatening to yank every strand of hair from my head as I fuck her with my tongue, but the unhinged desperation only makes me greedier. To see how far I can push her. How quickly I can make her fall apart.

Her hips gyrate in tiny circles, meeting me move for move as I continue my assault. When I trust she won’t move, I let go of her leg and glide my hand along the inside of her thigh. She feels like silk. Soft. Delicate.Perfect.Reaching her slit, I slidemy forefinger inside, appreciating how wet she is as I move my mouth back to her clit. Sucking on her, I pump my finger in and out until her muscles clamp around my ears and her back arches off the couch. Spasming. And then…liquid.

She melts, her body oozing into the cushions as I kiss my way up her body, savoring every fucking inch. Gently, I drag my fingers along her hairline, pushing her hair away from her face. The girl’s gorgeous. She’s always gorgeous, but this face? This post-orgasmic, glassy-eyed, soft-smiled expression makes me want to puff out my chest and pound against it in pride. I put this there. Me.

With a soft kiss, I murmur, “Happy birthday.”

She sighs, letting her eyes close. “I changed my mind.”

“What?”

“I want three.”

“Three?”

“Three orgasms,” she clarifies before blinking away her post-orgasmic haze. “I want a third one.”

“So greedy,” I muse.

She shakes her head. “I believe you mean sogenerous.”

“Is that right?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“And who’s being generous?” I challenge, tossing her own word back at her. “You or me?”

“Me, obviously.” She grins. “You’re welcome for letting you touch me, by the way.”

My fingers drag along her skin, committing every curve, every silky inch, to memory. “You are a prize.”

“I thought I was a fan,” she argues dryly. “And a perk.”

“And a groupie?” I offer, well-aware she’s seconds from smacking me. I can’t help it, though. She’s cute when she’s fired up.

“You’re pushing your luck, Mr. Security. Now about that third orgasm…”

I laugh and kiss her nose. “And how would you like it?”

“Well, let’s see.” She nibbles her bottom lip. “I’ve had your hand and your mouth. The only thing missing from the trifecta is the thing between your legs.”

“You saying you want my cock, Birthday Girl?”

“Do you have a condom?”

My mouth quirks. “I’m a rockstar.”

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