Page 53 of All Her Broken Pieces

Trailing my hand down my chest, I trace the outline of my pecs and abs as her eyes track the movement, her tongue peeking out to wet her bottom lip. The definition of my cock is clearly visible through my pants, and I catch her looking at it. Pushing up from leaning back on the couch, I move my face as close to hers as I can get, my breath hot against her ear. “We both know I’m the only man to make you squirt. Twice.”

For once, she has nothing to say, no witty retort. My erection presses against my joggers as I glide my palm over it, running it up the seam before I grab the waistband of my pants with one hand and lean back, tugging it down, careful to keep her balanced on my legs. My cock springs free, stretching up toward my stomach as her eyes follow the movement.

“That’s cheating.” She gets distracted as her gaze fixes on my cock, and she licks her lips.

I wrap my hand around the shaft and fist it, pumping up and down as I tilt my head back against the couch. “You said I couldn’t touch you. You didn’t say I couldn’t touch myself,” I assert between pumps as my breathing picks up. “Fuck, Bridget, I’m imagining this is your tight cunt squeezing me as you ride my length, your gorgeous tits bouncing in my face with every thrust.”

Her legs squeeze mine as she shifts on my lap.

“I want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours and smear that perfect lipstick. You take me so well, your hot mouth sucking as you try to swallow my length.” Holding out my hand to her mouth, I order her, “Spit.”

“What? You can’t be s–”

“I’m fucking serious. If I can’t have that smart mouth or that perfect cunt, then my hand will have to do for now. Spit.”

It’s clear no one’s ever asked her to do this before, and her first attempt is underwhelming.

“I’m going to need more than that, sweetheart. You see how big this dick is. I want to cover it in you. Give me more.” Her second attempt is more productive, and I use her spit to wet my dick as I give it hard, slow pumps. “Fuck, it feels so good being coated in you,” I rasp out between strokes. “I’m going to pretend my hand is your tight little pussy. You squeeze me so good.”

Bridget shifts on my lap until her pussy is resting on one of my thighs as she sits at a slight angle. I continue fucking my hand, pretending it’s her tight cunt as her hips start making small movements against me.

“That’s it, be a good girl and rub that pretty pussy all over my leg. Make a mess. Fuck. I’d do anything to taste your sweet cunt again,” I plead as my hand moves faster, pumping my length.

Her hair cascades over her shoulders, framing her beautiful face as she continues making small movements with her hips over my thigh while biting on her lower lip. “I want to suck that lip into my mouth and kiss the fuck out of you.”

“No one’s ever kissed me the way you did that night. I couldn’t think about anything but what you were doing to me.”

Stunned by her confession, I pause my strokes, holding on to the base of my cock. “Eyes on me, Bridget.”

Her arms are still crossed, and her head is tilted down. Her eyes are closed as she slowly shakes her head.

“Look at me,” I demand.

I’m not sure if it’s my words or my tone, but her head snaps up, those gorgeous blue eyes fixed on mine.

“That’s my good little hellcat. No one’s ever kissed me with the passion you did that night. What you felt wasn’t one-sided.” I continue stroking. “And no one’s ever made me this hard. See this?” I watch her gaze fall to where I’m fisting my cock. “This is what you do to me. You make me so goddamn desperate for you. I want you so fucking bad that I’m willing to do whatever it takes. Scale any wall you need me to, just to get close to you.”

As her eyelashes flutter and her brow furrows, she continues seeking friction on my leg. Her movements are subtle, and I’m unsure if she’s in pain from her surgery or if she’s trying to fight the urge to come.

“You feel so fucking good, I wish it was you squeezing my cock, I… fuuuck.” A jolt of pleasure surges through me as she continues staring in my eyes. I slow my movement down, determined not to be the first to come.

“Oh, fuck. I can’t… Ethan… fuck, I’m coming… I’m… Ahhh,” she moans, trying to maintain eye contact with me before dropping her head back, a guttural moan escaping her throat. Her hands grab my shoulders as she steadies herself, her hips stilling their movements. I squeeze my shaft, tugging it hard as I follow behind her as jets of warm cum spill onto my hand and down my shaft.

“I’ve never done anything like that before. Why was that so hot?” The vulnerability I see in her face is overwhelming, and I reach up to grab her jaw with my free hand. I press our foreheads together as our breaths mingle. I want to kiss her so bad, and as I tilt my head to take her lips, she speaks as she pulls back.

“I’ll go get a towel to clean you up.”

Still holding her jaw in my hand, I grab my shirt I’d taken off earlier and wipe myself clean. “There, I’m clean,” I tell her with a bit of a bite. For every step forward we take, she seems to push me two steps back. The last time I made her come, she did everything in her power to get rid of me before the next morning, and I’ll be damned if I let her do that again. I see her eyes flick to the shirt. “I’ll do a load of laundry soon, don’t worry.”

“That’s not what I…” Her words trail off, and I wonder if I’ve been too harsh with my tone.

“I’m sorry, it felt like you were pushing me away, and like I said, I wear my heart on my sleeve.”

“You actually made me come without touching me,” she breathes, her words barely audible, and her response is not what I was expecting.

“I did, but you rubbing on my thigh might’ve helped.”

A small smile crosses her lips, and I run my thumb over it. She winces briefly, and my thumb stills.

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