Page 84 of The Break Down

“Goddamn, Red. You got me so hot. I swear, I’m not stopping until I feel you come all over me,” he growls against my throat.

“You better not stop,” I moan.

And when he sinks to his knees and says he’s going to “apologize properly” with his mouth?

Let’s just say, I start thinking this whole full-time job thing might come with very generous fringe benefits.

“So sweet,” he growls against my clit.

The words vibrate through me, wrecking my balance before he even starts to really devour me.

Then he’s licking.

Sucking.

Making out with my pussy like it’s the only thing that’s ever mattered. His mouth moves with greedy precision, lips wrapping around my clit while his tongue flicks and drags and presses in ways that short-circuit my brain.

All I can do is hold on—hands tangled in his hair, body trembling on the edge of something catastrophic—and feel.

He groans like he’s the one unraveling.

“Fuck, Red. You taste like heaven,” he mutters, right before two thick fingers press inside me.

My back arches as he pumps them deep, curling just right, just enough, just so, and then he lifts one of my legs and drapes it over his broad shoulder, opening me wider for his tongue.

Vulnerable. Exposed. Worshipped.

“Geezus. Fuck,” I pant, twisting in his grip.

“Do it, Red,” he rasps, breath hot against me. “Let go for me. Come on my tongue.”

And I do.

My whole body locks, then shatters.

“Koa!”

My orgasm tears through me in violent waves, making my vision white out.

But it’s not even over when he stands, lifts me like I weigh nothing, and spins me around to face the wall.

Then he enters me from behind with one hard, perfect thrust.

I gasp—half pleasure, half desperation—clawing at whatever I can as he fills me with the full, glorious weight of him.

His cock is so big, so thick, and curved just enough to wreck me from the inside out.

He doesn’t move at first, just holds me there, stretched around him, completely owned.

“Koa, please,” I whimper, needy, wrecked, trembling.

But he just growls in that deep, possessive way of his, hands gripping my hips tight.

Then he starts to move.

Slow, devastating thrusts that feel like a promise and a punishment. Each stroke hits deep, dragging moans out of me like he owns my voice too.

“You’re perfect, Red,” he rasps, voice wrecked. “My perfect dirty girl. Love you so fucking much.”

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