Page 73 of All Her Broken Pieces

Bridget shows up exactly ten minutes after she left work. Lunch is warming in the oven when I hear her soft knock on the door.

“Hey, gorg?—”

Her mouth is on me before I can finish my thought. She loops her arms around my neck and jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist as I back into the apartment, kicking the door closed. Her firm grip on me tightens as she grinds her pussy against me while her tongue pushes into my mouth, dancing with mine in a way that feels wicked yet divine. The intensity matches one of our middle-of-the-night fucks, quick and hard.

“Fuck me against the door,” she orders as her hand reaches down to free my cock from my pants. While I was not expecting her to jump me this quick, I’m not complaining.

I back her up against the door as she licks a trail from my collarbone to my ear before pulling the lobe into her mouth and nibbling. One-handed, I pull a condom out of my wallet and reach between us to maneuver it on. Thank fuck she’s wearing a skirt. I pull her thong to the side and guide my cock to her entrance when she thrusts onto me and sinks down on my length.

“Oh fuck, that’s good. You’re such a good boy for me. I love it when you do what you’re told.”

Fuck, I love bossy work Bridget. I don’t know what pissed her off in the office, but she can happily take it out on me if it means I get to enjoy this perfect cunt.

“You want me to pound this pretty pussy?” I thrust harder, banging her body against the door with each push of my hips.

“Holy shit, yes. Oh fuck, don’t stop, I’m so close,” she begs as I continue rutting into her. I don’t even care what my neighbors will think if they hear us. Hell, they’re probably used to the noises coming out of here because of Alyx.

Her grip on my shoulders tightens as her cunt flutters around my cock, squeezing out her release, holding me in place. The noises she makes have my balls tightening, threatening my orgasm.

I slow down my thrusts, wrap my arms around her, and walk to the couch. As I set her down on the cushion, I nip at her lips, teasing and playing until she’s wriggling against me.

“Not like this.” Her voice is raspy as she stands, walking around the couch as I follow her. She flips her black skirt up over her ass, pulls her thong aside, and leans over the back of the couch. Her ass is perfectly displayed for me, and I can’t help kneeling in front of her as I lick up the seam, swirling my tongue over her puckered hole.

“Oh fuck… fuck… yes,” she chants as I lick around her opening before pulling back and spitting. There’s no way I can claim this ass without lube and then send her back to work. I’m not an asshole.

My saliva drips down her cheeks as I plunge my thumb into her cunt, coating it in her arousal. Once I’m satisfied with the makeshift lubrication, I push my thumb into her tight hole as I thrust into her pussy with my cock.

She lets out a loud moan and a string of curses.

“If you can’t handle my thumb in here,” I start, pushing the digit in and out, “then how are you going to handle my cock when I claim this hole?”

Never one to back down from a challenge, my hellcat pushes back against me as she looks over her shoulder. “Is that all you got?”

I answer her with a series of brutal thrusts as I circle my thumb in her ass, opening her up further. Pushing the top half of her body down into the cushions, I grip her hip with my other hand as I continue pounding into her. The cushions muffle her screams as she topples over the precipice, her pussy squeezing me like a vise grip.

I thrust in hard as my release barrels through me, right as the apartment door flies open. My body goes into protector mode as I fling myself over Bridget’s naked body, trying to cover her up as my head twists, expecting to see Alyx.

“Frick!” my sister Emma screams as she slaps her hands over her face. “I’m sorry. Cheese and rice. Your whole butt is out. Oh my gosh, I think I saw your jewels dangling too. Shoot, sorry, can you pull your pants up?” she rattles on. Emma tends to ramble when she’s flustered, and she was clearly not expecting to see the sight of her bare-assed brother balls-deep in someone. But what is she doing here?

“Why the fuck are you just walking into my apartment, Emma?” I grit out as I pull up my pants and cover Bridget’s ass with her skirt. “You could use the goddamn doorbell or knock, for fuck’s sake.” My tone is firm, laced with anger, and for a moment, I regret how much of an asshole I sound like.

“Alyx and I hang out sometimes, but I knew he’d be at work today. I didn’t know you’d be here. He said you haven’t been around much,” she says while I head to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash my hands.

I reemerge ready to demand answers. “Do you have someone out in the hall? Were you using my place as a fuck pad? Is that some kind of arrangement you two have?”

Her arms shoot up in defense. “Cheese and rice, no.”

There’s a look on her face that I can’t quite place. Guilt? Regret? It’s gone before I can decipher it. “Aren’t you supposed to be in class?”

Bridget steps forward, clearing her throat. “Hi, I’m Bridget,” she offers, reaching around me to extend her hand to Emma.

“I didn’t see anything, okay. I might have seen more of him than I cared to, but you were covered. I didn’t peep any of your jibbly bits,” Emma stammers as she awkwardly laughs and her cheeks pinken.

Snaking an arm around Bridget’s shoulder, I tug her from behind me and notice the flush on her face. It could be from the fucking or her embarrassment. Looking down at her beautiful face, I gently kiss her forehead and brush back a few stray hairs plastered to her forehead. “What she means to say is, ‘Hi, I’m Emma, Ethan’s sister. It’s nice to meet you,’” I explain, shooting Emma a warning look.

“What he said.”

“Cheese and rice?” Bridget questions.

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