Page 69 of All Her Broken Pieces

“Try again. Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words.”

“I want you to be a good boy and lick my pussy until I squirt all over your face, screaming your name. And then I want you to lick me clean.”

“Fuck yes, my queen,” he growls, lowering his head between my legs and flattening his tongue, licking from my center all the way to my clit before removing his thumb and pulling my swollen bud into his mouth. The rapid flicks of his tongue make me feel like a storm cloud about to unleash a downpour during a summer thunderstorm.

His fingers continue stroking my inner walls, and I can feel my orgasm building quickly as he rests his free hand on my lower torso, holding me in place. The carnal need I have for this man is etched into my bones. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want Ethan right now.

“Yes, I’m so close, please, faster, fuck.”

The trill of his tongue dances against my clit like the flutter of a hummingbird’s wings, its rapid movements vibrating against me until I feel the explosion deep in my core, and I fall over the edge into the strongest, messiest orgasm of my life.

“Fuck, Ethan, yes, fuck,” I cry out as my hands grip the sheets, desperate to hold on to this feeling like a musician savoring the final moments of a beautiful song.

I can feel his moans deep in my pussy as he continues licking and sucking, determined to get every drop he can as he extends my orgasm while his strong forearms hold me in place.

Suddenly, he flips me over, hips in the air, and yanks my thighs toward the edge of the bed. The sound of his hand hitting the flesh of my ass fills the room as he delivers several quick, hard strikes to each of my cheeks before his hand rubs gently, smoothing the sting. I squirm against him, the pain giving way to pleasure as I feel my arousal dripping down my thigh.

“You like that?” he asks.

I nod into the mattress and let out a small, muffled moan of agreement.

“I’ve wanted to light this ass up so many times over the past few weeks. Every time you said something negative about yourself, about us, my need to spank this ass grew.” He smacks my ass again, hard. My head tilts forward as I moan and bite the blanket. The pain is intense, but the pleasure after is worth it.

“If you want me to stop, say ‘red,’ understand?”

I nod against the bed.

“I need your verbal confirmation, Bridget,” he commands.

Tilting my head to the side, I’m overcome with desire. I want this man to punish me. I need it. “I understand,” I breathe out as I bury my head back into the mattress.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Bridget.”Smack.“Exactly like you are right now.”Smack.“It pains me that you don’t know how incredibly beautiful you are.”Smack.“This ass is fucking exquisite.”Smack.“Are you going to talk shit about how you look again?”Smack.

I can barely get the word out. “No.”

“That’s my good girl,” he praises as his hands palm both of my ass cheeks, rubbing and kneading them until his hands are replaced with his tongue licking streaks up each side of my ass.

“Oh shit, that’s… that’s so good,” I whine.

“Whose ass is this?” he demands, and when I don’t answer fast enough, his teeth sink into the flesh, nipping and sucking.

The sensation is too much as warmth builds in my core. “Fuck!”

He pulls back and smacks my left cheek. “I said, who does this ass belong to?”

“You,” I breathe out, almost a whisper. I can’t think straight with the way he’s playing my body. He must approve of my answer because he continues rewarding me with slaps. Each one is intense, but the pain barely registers anymore as he continues peppering my ass and thighs with spankings.

I feel vulnerable and open, but instead of the anxiety that normally comes with those emotions, a deep sense of peace and joy washes over me. He’s taken care of me in my most vulnerable state.I’m safe with him, my brain repeats with each blow to my backside.

My thighs squeeze together, seeking friction as an intense feeling builds in my core.

“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?”

I have trouble forming words. All that comes out are some low moans and a nod.

“Spread your legs.”

Obeying his command, I open my legs wider, and his palm smacks against my pussy.

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