Page 21 of Make Me, Break Me

Thick lashes that curled at the ends. The last time she looked at me like that, it was with my cock stuffed down her throat.

Hell, if that wasn’t an invitation, I didn’t know what qualified.

“Zin?” I let her name hang between us for a full second before her eyes drifted shut and her head tipped back.

I squeezed her waist tight, ignored the ache that shot through my hand and pulled her flush into me, slamming my mouth over hers. The sound that ripped from her the moment our lips touched was hot and feral and everything I fucking needed. Jerking myself off each night with my left hand to the vision of her on her back beneath me was nowhere near close enough to the real thing.

Hell, I’ve missed you, sweetness.

I didn’t know if those words came out of my mouth or simply echoed around my head, but they were loud and clear between my ears anyway. Having her in my arms as I plunged my tongue into her mouth like I was eating her pussy while she moaned worse than Falcon’s extra little playmate?

That hit all the right notes.

I let out a groan of my own when I tried to lift her and couldn’t because of the suffocating pressure that encased my lungs. Her hand slapping my chest added to the pain. I released her, swearing up a storm.

“I’m fucking useless.”

“Yeah, because of some stupid bet or whatever that you made. Shut up, I don’t want to hear it. Sit.” She pointed to my bed, reaching for the hem of her top and pulled it over her head.

“No bra,” I muttered when the expanse of her perfect, soft skin and dusky nipples filled my line of sight. “No panties, too?” I asked, hopefully.

She gave my chest another push. “Lie down, Dex.”

I sat, more from her momentum than anything else, and kicked off my boots as she did the same and peeled her jeans from her body.

Nope, no panties.

My mouth dried. “How long have you not been wearing underwear to my place?”

She smirked. “Every single day, Dex. Does that visual do it for you?” She grabbed my jeans at the knees when I struggled and pulled them down, leaving me in my socks and jocks.

“Yeah. Everything about you does it for me. Fuck.” I let my head fall back onto my pillow when her hand coasted over my dick. She rubbed me through the soft cotton and squeezed hard, then added her mouth to the combination, breathing hot air onto my balls. “Christ, girl. You’re gonna kill me.”

“Mmm. Maybe that’s the goal.”

My jocks disappeared. A naked Zin straddled me, rubbing her glorious bald pussy over my leaking dick. “Fuck, you’re wet. Being in control is new for you, huh?”

I always led in our interactions. It never hit me that she might want to dominate, but today was the day I let that switch happen.

Zin’s sexy as fuck smile left me groaning as she glided her soaked pussy lips over my dick and back again. Her fingers worked her clit in light circles. “I know you like to watch. So watch.”

We’d made a game of masturbating in front of each other one night, both of us drunk as hell in our first year as fuck buddies. I learned that night she could come from nipple stimulation alone, and that four of her fingers could fit in her own pussy, but that without rubbing her clit she wouldn’t get off from the penetration alone, at least, not if I wasn’t buried deep inside her.

And she learned that she loved me coming on her. The taint made us both feel dirty as hell. We fucked for hours afterward, both of us smeared in my cum and insane with lust for each other.

That last factor never really abated. Just like now.

I held myself still—in part to reduce the pain when I breathed, laid out on my back, an action that still ached in the wrong position, and partly because I knew that was what she needed today. To be in control and for me to keep my hands off her, at least for now.

Let her play.

Her fingers dipped, alternating between rubbing her clit and seeking out the beads of precum that leaked from the tip of my dick. I released a repressed groan as she teased me.

“How long do you expect me to hold out?” I asked quietly. “Because watching you touch yourself and me while you’re riding me…”

I wanted to close my eyes and just feel her, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the pleasure written across her face, the way her pert breasts, not too big, sat high. I risked trailing my hands along her thighs, keeping away from her pussy. She let me, watching with hooded eyes as her breath came faster. I reached for her breasts, tracing circles around her darkened areolas, until her breasts grew heavier in my hands. Her pants came faster and she rocked her hips in time with my touch.

“That’s it,” I whispered. “Come for me, sweetness. Flood me with your cream. You gonna lap it up for me later, or leave me sticky with your mess?” I liked both options, but I knew talking dirty would get her there faster.

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