Page 138 of Broken Dreams
Immediately, her mouth is back around me and I reward her, flicking her clit again. “That’s it, good girl, suck it deep.” I move my other hand up, shoving a finger deep in her pussy as she does what I tell her.
Then I slap her ass again, harder than before. She clenches around me, and I can’t wait until my cock is buried inside her.
I feel my own release coming and there’s not a chance in hell I’m going to spend this soon. I want every fucking minute I can get.
“Addy, stop.” She lifts her head and the second she’s off, I roll us and climb on top of her. “I want to be inside of you when I come. I want to feel your muscles contracting around my cock while I make you scream my name.”
She smiles, her hand moving to my face. “I look forward to it, but I thought you said if I wanted your cock, I have to ride you.”
“You will ride me, but first I’m going to fuck you.” Addison’s face heats as she stares at me. “I want to watch you fall apart again. You are exquisite when my cock is in you as you come.”
“Good to know.”
I smile at her. “You’re exquisite all the time.”
As I line up, something flashes in her eyes, and then her finger strokes my cheek. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For everything. I didn’t know this side of myself, and you allowed me to show it. I’m pretty sure you’ve ruined me.”
I lean down, kissing her softly. “You’ll never be ruined, Addison. You’re everything good in this world, if anyone is ruined...it’s me.”
Instead of giving her a chance to say anything, I kiss her roughly and slide deep inside of her. When I feel her around me, I fight for control.
She feels like fucking home.
And she can’t be.
She’s not home.
She’s going to leave Sugarloaf and I’m going to have to watch her walk away.
We rock back and forth, neither of us saying a word, but our eyes are connected. I know she feels it and I both love it and hate it.
“Addy,” I say her name, moving my hips with hers. “God, Addison.”
“Don’t let me go,” she says as she clings to me. Her legs around my hips, arms tight around my neck. “Just hold on, please, I’m falling apart.”
“No, dove, I’m here. I have you,” I promise.
And you’ll have to kill me before I let her go.
thirty-two
ADDISON
Grady is lying in my bed, and my chickenshit ass is in the bathroom, having a minor—okay, major anxiety attack.
I’m not sure how the hell we ended up here.
How did I go from reading my book in bed to doing very dirty things with him, negating the fact that he came here in the middle of the night to talk?
Oh, I remember. I didn’t want to talk.
I didn’t want to hear him tell me to go. I wasn’t ready to have my heart broken again.
So I kissed him.
