Page 86 of What We Broke

He bobs up and down on my cock, getting deeper and sloppier, just the way I like it. He alternates between sucking my balls and keeping the tip of his finger pressed firmly right behind them.

“I don’t want to come yet,” I tell him, my voice hoarse and desperate. “I need you inside of me.”

I tug at his hair in warning, needing him more than ever.

“Turn around,” he instructs. “Let me see that beautiful ass of yours.” Then he adds, “And put that pillow underneath you.”

I do everything he asks, my body desperate to please him.

He spreads me wide and wastes no time, repeatedly swiping his tongue over my hole.

“Fuck, baby. You do that so good,” I groan.

He spears my center with the tip of his tongue, teasing me, tasting me, getting me wet and ready for him.

I hear something drop beside me, and I turn my head to see the tub of lube.

“I want to see you get yourself ready for me,” he demands. “How quickly you do it, how desperate you are for my cock.”

Without hesitation, I coat two of my fingers and am surprised when Leo spreads my cheeks, giving me complete access to myself.

I moan as I thrust my fingers inside myself, rough and fast, wanting his cock more than

I need my next breath.

“Please, Leo,” I beg. “Please fuck me.”

He’s squeezing the globes of my ass and keeping them spread as he guides himself inside me. I feel every ridge and pulse as he repeatedly thrusts. Hard and fast.

It’s been such a long time since he’s been inside me, but the way my body burns and stretches for him reminds me why I love it this way.

He is the only one I have ever wanted inside me. Me, like this, was only ever going to be for him.

“Jesus, Jesse,” he grits out. “I love you so fucking much. This lifetime and the next and the one after that.” He fucks me harder, hitting my prostate over and over again. “None of it will ever be enough.”

His body hovers over mine, covering me as he continues to torture me deliciously.

Whatever frenzy he was feeling is lessening, his body moving slower, his thrusts deep but longer.

His mouth is right below my ear, whispering with every stroke.

I love you.

You were made for me.

Thank you for loving me.

Thank you for not leaving me.

I feel my body melting into a puddle of complete euphoria as every heartfelt word leaves his mouth.

This is us. Forever in love.

Perfectly imperfect.

We loved and we lost.

And we lost and we lived.

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