Page 90 of All Her Broken Pieces

I cannot kiss her fast enough. Our mouths crash together, a frenzy of lips, teeth, and tongues. She nips on my lower lip, knowing what it does to me as I scoop her in my arms bridal-style and take her back to our bedroom.

“Now be my good girl, hellcat, and strip down,” I command as I set her down next to the bed. “I want to worship my queen.”

She stands and slowly removes her clothes, teasing me with the pace as she walks to the other side of the bed. I tear off my clothes and wait for her to approach me. The physical distance between us is torture now that I’ve finally bridged the gap in her emotional distance. “Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me,” I order as I follow the jiggle of her tits as she moves toward me on the bed. She stops at the edge and sits back on her knees, looking up at me as if waiting for further instruction.

The thought that I can tame this hellcat, that only I can provide her with the kind of pleasure she needs, awakens something inside of me.

“Lie back and show me that beautiful cunt,” I demand as I follow her movements. She lowers herself to the bed and spreads her legs. Her juices drip down her pussy as I pull her ass closer and drop to my knees.

“This.” I lick up the center of her pussy and swirl my tongue around her clit before grazing it with my teeth and thrusting my finger in to stroke her G-spot. “Is mine.”

“Yours.” Her voice is raspy.

Yanking her up to sit, my hand covers her heart. “This is mine too,” I promise, my tone brooking no argument as I move my thumb to her clit, my finger still slowly pumping in and out of her.

She nods as her breathing picks up, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

“I need to hear you say it, sweetheart.”

“My heart is yours. All of it. Only yours,” she says on a shaky breath.

My hand clasps her neck as I pull her mouth to mine. “This is mine.” I let my words sink in as I kiss different parts of her body and whisper, “Mine.” Her neck, jaw, ear, shoulder, breasts. I move down her arms, her stomach, and legs.

The whole time I whisper my claim over her, my hand continues working her perfect cunt. I can tell the moment she’s close when her back arches off the bed, and her moaning grows louder and higher in pitch. “Every inch of this beautiful body is mine.”

“Oh fuck, fuck, Ethan, yes, yours, fuck,” she moans as she coats my hand, the rush of slickness making my cock harden further.

Removing my hand from her heat, I suck my fingers into my mouth as I savor the taste of them. “Perfect,” I groan as her eyes follow my every movement.

Her body is pliant as I stand between her legs and pull her against me.

“I can’t get enough of you.” I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I turn and sit, my cock nestled against her heat as her legs tighten around me. We sit there clinging to each other, our eyes locked.

With one arm around her waist, the other grabs her neck, pulling her lips to mine. This kiss is sensual and consuming. It isn’t urgent or frantic. With each thrust of her tongue against mine, I can feel her walls falling. Her hands are grasping at my neck. My face. Down my back. It’s as though she can’t get me close enough.

Unlike every other time we are together, there’s nothing rushed about our movements. Something has shifted, and we both can feel it. This is different. This is real.

Her soft, wet center grinds against my hard cock. I love the way her soft parts meet my hard, like we were made for each other.

With each kiss and squeeze of her hand on my body, she’s making a promise to me without words. She may have finally made the verbal declaration, but her body has been telling me she loves me for weeks. Maybe longer.

She breaks the kiss, her lips brushing mine as she whispers, “I need you.” Her grinding gets faster as I pull a nipple into my mouth, my hands on her ass guiding her movement. The warm palm of her hand connects with my cock as she guides it into her pussy, easing onto my length.

“Fuuuck,” I groan against her as the feel of her pussy envelops my senses. Nothing else exists but the feel of her in my arms, her cunt swallowing my cock. After a few moments of bliss, I pull away from her mouth. “Condom?”

“I started the pill again. I stopped after surgery. Wanted to feel you bare against me. I don’t want anything in between us anymore,” she stutters out as my thrusts punctuate her words.

“Fuck yeah,” I rasp as I pound into her tight heat while her hips make slow, steady circles, her clit rubbing against my pelvis.

Nothing has ever felt more perfect than this moment, making love to this flawless fucking woman. I burn the image of her body bouncing in my lap into my brain. The way she smells of berries and vanilla. Her little perfect gasps each time my cock hits that spot deep inside her. The curves of her breasts, as they press against my chest, feel so soft, the warmth of her skin heating mine. Pressing my lips to hers, her tongue dances against mine as the sweet taste of her devours my senses. I never want to forget this night for the rest of my life.

“Made for me,” I whisper against her lips.

Our rhythm is steady and sensual as my climax builds quickly, surprising me. “Fuck, you feel so good. I’m not going to last,” I grit out, my hand moving between us to find her clit. I need her to come with me.

“I’m close… oh fuck… right there. Yes!” After a few more thrusts while pinching her clit, her arms clasp tighter around my neck as she chants, “Ethan, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

A guttural roar escapes my throat as I come inside her. My cock swells as hot spurts of cum fill her wet heat. I collapse back on the bed with her body pressed against mine, my cock still inside her. After our breathing evens out, she slides off to one side, a leg still slung over me.

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