Page 5 of All Her Broken Pieces

“You talk a big game, but I rarely do repeats.”

“Rarely isn’t never, and I want more than one night with you. You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart. I won’t be able to walk away after one night.”

She reaches for the hem of my shirt before pulling it up, and I help her take it off.

“Holy fuck, it’s like somebody drew you. Do you live in a gym?”

“Not quite, but I do spend a good bit of time there.”

As her eyes continue to peruse me, I reach for her waist, gliding up to the zipper on the back of her dress before tugging it down. It pools around her feet as my eyes rake up her body.

Long, toned legs with thick thighs.

Rounded hips that slope in to a smaller waist. So many soft curves, and I want to lick every inch of them.

The most incredible tits I’ve ever seen. More than a handful.

The perfect hourglass figure with enough curves to grab on to. This is the kind of body that has truly lived life, and I want to explore all of it.

“Goddamn, sweetheart, every inch of you is exquisite.”

“Bedroom, now,” she purrs. “Down the hall, on the left.”

Her lips continue their assault on my neck as I lift her up and walk us down the hallway to the bedroom. I deposit her onto the cream-colored comforter, the air charged with sexual tension. She unhooks her bra and tosses it aside, then falls back onto the king-sized mattress.

I make quick work of removing my own clothing, leaving my black boxer briefs on as I kiss my way down her stomach. Hooking my fingers into the sides of her thong, I pull it off in one swift movement.

“Wow, I’ve never had someone remove my underwear so efficiently.”

“I aim to please,” I growl as I move down her pubic bone to her warm heat. I push her legs open a little wider.

“Yes, please,” she whispers as her hips wriggle.

“Four words. That’s all I need. Faster, slower, harder, or softer.” My lips continue pressing kisses on her inner thighs as I slowly inch my way up. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart. I want to learn what makes you scream my name the loudest.”

“Four is a good… ahhh… round number.” Her breaths become shallower as I run my tongue along the crease where her inner thigh meets her torso.

I finally bury my face between her legs. Fuck. She tastes so fucking sweet, and I start making slow, light circles, barely grazing her clit.

“Harder,” she pleads, her hands gliding up her body to cup her breasts.

Yes, ma’am.Pressing harder with my tongue, I increase the pressure on her clit slowly until I feel her hips bucking up to meet me.

“Ethan, yes, faster!” she moans as her delicate fingers pinch her nipples.

Her hips keep rocking as I move my tongue faster against her clit. I snake my arm up to her stomach and press down, holding her in place as I move my other hand to her entrance and press a finger inside. Fuck, she’s so tight.

“Yes! Shit, that feels amazing, but I need more.”

Pulling her clit into my mouth, I alternate between sucking and flicking it with my tongue. I apply more pressure to her abdomen with my palm, while adding a second finger into her pussy, hooking my fingers up to stroke her G-spot.

Her breathing stills as she grinds her heat against my face, her hands moving down to tug at my hair as her thighs squeeze me tighter.

“Ethan, fuck, I’m gonna…” She lets out a feral moan as she squirts, coating my face. I continue licking up every drop as she comes down from her orgasm.

After several moments, she props up on her elbows and looks down at me in astonishment. “Holy fuck, did I squirt on you? I’ve never squirted before. This is so embarrassing.” Her hands fly up to her face, covering her eyes as she tries to roll away from me.

“You did squirt, and it was so fucking hot.” I crawl up her body until my face is inches away from hers. “Taste how sweet you are,” I say as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She opens for me and matches my hunger, our tongues dancing back and forth as she licks every drop of herself off me. “I need to be inside you,” I growl between kisses.

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