Page 84 of Every Promise Broken

“Get me nice and wet, kitten,” Conrad instructs me, a roughness to his voice that makes my cock leak.

I can’t help it as a smile spreads on my lips around the girth of him before I do exactly as he said. Sinking farther down, I take Conrad to the back of my throat, swallowing around the crown before easing off and doing it all over again.

Jaw slack and heavy-lidded eyes black as night, he watches me like he’s a hunter and I’m the best goddamn prey he’s ever captured. A full-body shudder rolls through me under his attention.

Conrad is a literal fucking Greek god, and I’m bowing at his feet.

A groan rumbles in the back of his throat. “Fuck, kitten, that mouth oughta be a sin. You feel so fucking good taking my cock, and you look so fucking sexy doing it too.”

My chest flutters at his praise.

“You’re my little cock slut, aren’t you, baby?” he asks, the gravel in his voice another stroke of arousal to my balls. I nod, my mouth stuffed full of him, and his lips quirk into a smirk. “That’s right, you’re such a good cock slut. I bet you’re justachingfor me to stuff your tight cunt with this cock too, huh?”

I moan, unable to say anything as my blood rages like an inferno.

“What a naughty boy,” he rasps darkly. “You keep sucking, get it nice and sloppy, so I can stretch you with this fat cock next, fill you with my cum until you’re messy and dripping.”

Every inch of my skin feels lit up as I pull my mouth off his cock, spit dripping out of my mouth. “Please,” I beg, my dick throbbing with need.

Conrad sits up, hooking his finger under my chin. “Please what, kitten?”

“Please fuck me, Connie. I need it. Need you. Please.”

Sliding his thumb past my parted lips, he brushes over my tongue as I close my mouth and suck. When he groans, it’s music to my ears. “Well, since you asked so nicely,” he drawls, tipping his chin behind me. “Go stand in front of the bed, and make sure to arch that back for me real nice.”

Oh, fuck me.

I don’t think I’ve ever shot to my feet as quickly. Conrad chuckles behind me as I assume the position in front of the bed. I don’t miss the way he brings the belt with him. The sound of the nightstand drawer opening and then closing sounds in my ears as anticipation prickles the back of my neck.

The bottle of lube gets tossed on the bed beside my hands, and when I glance over my shoulder, I get an unobstructed view of Conrad removing the rest of his clothes, his glassy, lust-drunk eyes taking in every inch of the view in front of him while the belt is held between his teeth. I have never felt more sexy, more empowered, than when Conrad’s eyes are on me. The way he looks at me, like I’m the center of his entire universe, is intense in the very best way.

“Hands behind your back, kitten.”

A thrill shoots through my bloodstream, making me feel high as I do just that. I watch as he threads the belt into a makeshift restraint, similar to how he did with the robe belt in the barn, bringing back so many memories from the past. His lip ticks up into a smirk that has my stomach dipping and my balls throbbing as he feeds my hands through the slots, tightening them until they’re snug around my wrists.

“Give me a color.”

My chest flutters, and my answer is immediate. “Green.”

“Such a good boy,” he growls.

Taking a step and putting him flush with my back, his lips press down on the area between my neck and shoulder thatsends goosebumps all over my flesh. He peppers me with hot, open-mouthed kisses as he grabs the lube, cracking it open. My body trembles as I feel him bring his slick fingers through my crack, and I let out a sigh of relief as he enters me.

First with one finger.

Then two.

By the time he works that third digit in, I’m panting and damn near on the edge of explosion. Once he’s seemingly satisfied with how prepped I am, he withdraws from my body, and I miss the fullness immediately. Thankfully, he doesn’t waste any time lubing his cock before lining himself up and sinking in.

As soon as Conrad bottoms out, we both let out a sigh. The stretch and the pressure are unreal, and as he starts moving, I can’t help but let out a long, low groan.

“Fuck, Connie!” My head falls back, resting on his shoulder as one arm wraps around my waist, the other loosely around my neck, and his cock slams into my ass. “Oh, fuck!”

“That’s it,” he growls, lips brushing against my ear. “Let me hear you scream for me, kitten.”

Conrad lets go of me, shoving my upper half onto the bed, and the change in position has the head of his cock stroking across my prostate with every punishing thrust. It’s heaven. It’s white-hot pleasure zipping through my body, my skin tingling, my heart pumping a mile a minute. It’s fucking everything.

A groan rips from Conrad’s throat as I feel his hands explore my body. They’re up by my shoulders, in my hair, down my spine, squeezing my ass cheeks. They’reeverywhere.“Fuck, kitten, I wish you could see how fucking perfect you look for me right now.”

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