Page 51 of Every Promise Broken

“You are…exquisite.” There’s a roughness to his tone that gives way to just how far gone he is. A restraint in his words, like it pains him to hold himself back. There’s a rawness there that shows how much he wants me. “Do you have any idea how sexy you look, kitten? How unbelievably hard I am for you, and only you?”

Those words bounce around my mind on repeat, each time sounding even better than the last. For the first time, I allow my eyes to drop, taking in the very evident erection bulging out from his boxers. The way his robe can’t hide it. Not even a little bit.

My eyes find his again, and the smirk he’s wearing is enough to make me lose it. “Touch me,” I beg.

“Is that what you need, baby?”

“So badly.”

He takes a step closer, his warm, calloused hand coming to my bare hip. My dick brushes against his, and the sensation it brings is immaculate. “Well, I’ve never been good at telling you no, now, have I?”

My lips curl up slightly as I watch him from beneath my lashes.He’s in control…but I have the power.

Without ever breaking eye contact, he brings his hand between us, confidently wrapping it around my aching length. A gasp slips past my parted lips as he pumps me in his fist. His grip is firm as he strokes me from root to tip, over and over again, the pace mind numbing.

Molten lava floods my system, pooling low in my core. I’m practically panting as he works me over, and if I wasn’t so far gone, I’d probably be embarrassed by how quickly I feel my release creeping up on me. But before I can get too close, his hands are gone, and I whimper at the loss of his touch.

“Connie,” I moan, my body coiled tight.

“Patience, kitten,” he growls seconds his lips take mine in an all-consuming kiss. This one is nothing like the last. Where that one was tender, this one is fervid. Where that one was affectionate, this one is pure lust. It’s carnal. It’s an animalistic need being fulfilled.

Ripping his mouth from mine, our breathing shallow and rough, he pulls his thick, impressive cock out, bringing it up to mine. Lining them up, he wraps a hand around us both, wastingno time. Slow, steady strokes, he pumps us side by side, the velvet smooth skin of his shaft caressing mine. It feels so damn good my eyes fight to roll back, but I don’t want to miss a second of this. The sight, the feel, the sound of his breathy groans. All of it is too much.

“Connie,” I gasp. “Fuck, that feels g-good.”

“You drive me wild,” he says through gritted teeth. “You’re perfect, and you’re mine.My husband.”

“Oh god.” My body is on fire, heart galloping against my ribs. That shouldn’t do it for me, but it does. “Say it again,” I beg. “Say it, please.”

Conrad leans in, pumping us faster, as his mouth brushes along mine. His breath fans my lips, and I feel the start of my release all over again. “You’remine, Whit,” he growls, voice cracking. I know he’s close to the edge too. “My husband.”

“I’m gonna come,” I cry out, head falling back as the wave crashes into me full force. Eyes rolling back into my skull, jaw slack, I moan as my balls pulse and my cock drains all over Conrad’s dick and his hand. “Oh, fuck… Ooooh, fuck!”

“That’s my boy. Give me all your cum, every last drop. It’s mine.”

“Yes…yes. Yours.”

As soon as the word leaves my lips, I feel him let go too. A sticky warmth covers me as Conrad buries his face in my neck, groaning through his release. We’re both sweaty and out of breath, but my body is euphoric. I’m on a cloud. Floating.

For several long moments, he doesn’t move, and I don’t want him to. He nuzzles in my neck, inching along my jaw, until our lips meet. He kisses me slowly. Reverently. And then he walks over to the desk, finds a rag in the drawer that he uses to clean us both before untying my hands.

Our eyes meet briefly, and while I know the panic will come, it hasn’t yet, and I’m allowing myself to relish that for now. AfterI get dressed and Conrad rights his robe, we head back inside quietly, not wanting to wake up Nana. Never once do we say a word to each other, but we don’t have to.

In the bedroom, Conrad hands me a bottle of water before disappearing into the bathroom. He comes back a moment later with a tub of petroleum jelly. Without even having to ask, I present him my wrists, and he carefully coats my skin where the belt was tied. It’s a little red, but it doesn’t hurt, and I don’t think it’ll leave a mark, but there’s something so comforting about having Conrad take care of me like this after what we just shared.

Once he’s finished, he puts it away before joining me in bed, and again, I allow myself to lean into the way I’m feeling now as I rest my head on his chest and feel his arm wrap around me.

I can regret this in the morning.

For tonight, I’m his.

19

Conrad Strauss

Walking out of the barn, I spot Nana ambling toward me, a look of determination on her face.

“Everything okay?” I ask, coming to a stop in front of her. Taking the hat off my head, I swipe my arm across the sweat on my brow. It’s chilly today, but you’d never know it after working your ass off all morning.

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