Page 64 of When We Break

Dom slides his other hand down my back, down the crease of my ass, and keeps going until his fingertips touch below me. One hand in front and one behind.

“Hold my cock steady,” Dom demands as he lifts me.

He lifts me off his lap.

“Hmm, nice,” I murmur and wiggle in my seat. “We love a strong man.”

“If you keep talking like that, Irish…”

“Read.” I kiss his biceps, and he shifts his attention back to the book.

His thighs are so thick, and I’m so much shorter, that even on my knees, I can’t get the height I need to get his dick inside me.

So he’s lifting me. By the vagina. One hand on either side of my entrance, holding me open.

“Enough.” Beckett tosses the Kindle aside. He pulls me over his lap until I’m straddling him, and his hands are firm on my arse, holding me against him.

His cock ishardin his sweats, and I grind down on him as he pushes his hips up and groans in my mouth.

“You’ll have to finish reading to me later,” I whisper against his lips. “If this is what happens.”

“It’s your sweet little body pressed against me, and the way you’re squirming… and I heard you licking your lips. Fuck me, Irish, you’d tempt a fucking saint, and I never claimed to be a saint. I need to be inside you more than I need to breathe.”

He rips my leggings so effortlessly that it makes me gasp.

“Take my cock out, baby.”

I bite my lip and do as I’m told, pushing the elastic of his sweats down and revealing his hard, thick cock. I can’t help but chuckle when it does, indeed, slap against his hard abs.

“Told you,” I mutter as he lifts me and pulls my panties to the side to rub his fingertips over my opening.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

“I want you. It’s as simple as that,” I reply, but then he’s swearing under me. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have a condom down here.”

Earlier, he simply came in my mouth. And that was bloody sexy as hell. No one has ever done that before.

“I’m on birth control,” I inform him and bite my lip, suddenly feeling shy. “And it had beenyearsbefore you.”

He sits up and cups my face, kissing me deeply. “Are you sure, baby?”

“Yes, Beck.”

Without another word, he presses his cock against me, and I’m so bloody wet that he slides right in. The stretch is delicious now and doesn’t sting like it did last night, and I can’t help the moan that comes out of my mouth as I sink over him.

“God, you take me so well,” he groans, and I clench around him. “So damn tight.”

I start to move, and I realize that this is the first time that we’ve been together and I’ve had any sort of physical control, so I take advantage of it. I roll my hips, grab the couch behind him for leverage, and start to move faster, up and down.

“Listen to that,” he murmurs before lifting my shirt and tossing it aside, then licking one of my tight nipples. “You’re goddamn delicious.”

The next thing I know, he’s looped his arm around my waist, and I’m on my back, my legs pushed up, my knees into my chest, with Beck’s face in my core, and an orgasm isright there,ready to consume me.

“Beck!”

“That’s right.” He licks and sucks, and I thrash my head from side to side. “God, you’re so fucking wet for me. You taste incredible.”

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