Page 93 of Beautiful Broken Love

Regardless of what I wanted, I had to cherish this time with him and be grateful for it. There were thousands of women in the world he could’ve picked to be at the lake house, but he choseme. That had to mean something.

I took a step closer, and his face softened. He brought a hand up and slid the pad of his thumb over my mouth, then carried that hand over until it was cupping the side of my face.

A sigh rippled out of me, and I buried my face into his palm, grabbing his inked forearm, silently begging him not to take this comfortaway. His hand slipped through mine, and I swallowed hard as I stared up at him, studying the cognac flecks in his eyes.

With a crooked white smile, he said, “Come here,” then his hand cupped my waist, and he reeled me in. I was left with no choice but to drop my bags at the door and sink into his arms.

I was hungry for his lips, feeling complete satisfaction when they landed on mine, and he kissed me fiercely,hungrily, like he’d been craving the taste of my mouth.

He stumbled backward into the house and picked me up in his arms. When he kicked the door shut, I didn’t know where he was taking me, nor did I care. My butt landed on something hard and cold, and he snatched his lips away to kiss my throat.

As my head fell back, I saw we were in a spacious kitchen. He had me on the countertop and was deep between my legs, leaving no gaps between us.

We were both in a frenzy then, hurrying to take my leggings off, to remove my jacket. He helped me discard the panties, then pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my white lace bra. When he caught sight of it, he marveled at it for a moment before diving back in and kissing me.

He shoved his shorts down, then angled the lower half of my body just right so that my legs hung over his forearms. And when he pressed the head of his dick to my entrance and sank into me at a torturous pace, I lost it. He sank all the way until he was balls deep and kept his hips completely still. A throaty groan was stuck in his throat as he eyed me.

Damn.I loved it when he did that. The first stroke in, keeping it there so we could both feel it, to prove this was real—that this was happening. I clasped his face in my hands as he drew his hips back to slam into me, and he kept going this way, our skin clapping, our tongues overlapping, our moans and groans floating up to the vaulted ceilings.

I held on to him tightly, resting the back of my head against the cabinet as he pawed at my bra and forced the cups down. His mouthwrapped around my nipple, sucking, nipping, and he slowed his strokes, focusing on driving into me while simultaneously using his mouth to go from nipple to nipple.

There weren’t many words that could be spoken.

We were here, tangled in each other’s arms, and the thought of that sent a shot of euphoria through me.

Deke gripped my ass in his hands and pulled me closer to the edge of the counter, burrowing deeper until a loud groan rocked through him. I felt him pulsing inside me, like his dick had taken a life of its own.

Our eyes connected, and his pupils dilated, and when I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, he grunted and pulled out with a deep moan, coming on the kitchen floor.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, stroking his dick as more come dribbled downward. “Fuck, Davina.”

I moaned, looking at him as he studied his glistening dick. His eyes shifted up to mine again, and he picked me up, carrying me to the living room.

“Are you going to clean that up?” I laughed.

“Later,” he said, laying my back on the edge of the nearest sofa. He dropped to his knees and lifted my legs so they hung over his shoulders.

Oh, goodness. Is he about to ...

His hot tongue slid right through my pussy.

Yeah. He’s doing it.

A ragged breath burst out of me as he licked and sucked, focusing directly on my clit. There was no teasing this time, no delay. He went straight for it, pressing his tongue in and looping it round and round like he had something to prove.

“Deke,” I breathed. I gripped the top of his head, and he took that as an invitation to bury his face deeper. He made hungry noises,kissingnoises, eating me like I was a meal he’d never had. It was enough to make me explode.

I clutched the upholstered couch with one hand and arched my back as I cried to the ceiling. The orgasm swept through me, and he swallowed it all down with deep little grunts, vibrating between my legs to finish me off.

I had to push his head away for him to pull back because it felt so incredible—too incredible. I was stuck in the kind of pleasure that overwhelmed me—the kind that pushed me into another universe and caused my eyes to roll to the back of my skull. It was the rare kind of orgasm that could make a woman cry.

When I came down, Deke placed my feet on the floor.

I gulped down a few breaths as he hovered above me and planted his large hands on top of the couch.

With a boyish smile, he asked, “You good, D-Baby?”

I couldn’t help laughing as I gave his chest a playful smack.

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