Page 98 of Broken Dreams
Addison pushes me so I’m on my back and I think of every fucking thing I can to keep from losing it here.
Her red lipstick is still on, and I’m going to get my wish.
She moves down, pushing her hair to one side, and I love the feel of it against my thighs. I open my mouth to say something, but her blue eyes lock on mine and she takes me deep in one move.
“Fuck!” I say loudly, fisting her hair. “Yes, baby, just like that.”
The heat from her mouth is almost too much. I think about anything other than the feel of it or the way her tongue runs up the underside of my cock. I absolutely avoid thinking of how her moans vibrate as she takes me deeper.
I stop myself from thrusting up, fucking her mouth faster and harder, and focus on staying still.
Addison does something with her throat and that restraint I was working on frays a bit more. “Addison, don’t do that unless...” I try to warn her, but she does it again. “Fuck! You’re going to...you can’t!” I try to make sense, but Jesus Christ, I can’t take it.
Her hand moves to my balls, and that’s it. I’m going to lose it. I have to tell her to stop, I have to be inside her when I come. “Too good, dove. Too much. Not...Addison...”
She takes me deep again, and I feel the back of her throat. Nope. I’m going to come if I don’t stop it right now.
I guide her head back and flip her quickly. She gasps and stares up at me. “Did I do something wrong?”
I push her hair back. “No, you did everything right. I want to come inside you. I want to feel you around me, and if you kept going, that wasn’t going to happen.”
“Oh.” She sounds genuinely confused by that.
I stroke myself, watching her eyes as I tell her the truth. “That was the best fucking blow job I’ve ever had. Your mouth wrapped around my cock was the most beautiful thing, but, sweetheart, I want to be inside your pussy. I want to fuck you until neither of us can move, and then I’ll take you again.”
She smiles. “Good.”
“Yeah, it was good, but this is going to be better,” I promise.
I stop stroking long enough to slip the condom on and then shift so my arms are by her face, and I wait for her to look up at me.
I want her eyes when I take her.
I want to watch her as I slide inside of her.
When she finally does, I see her fear. “We can stop now, if you don’t want to do this, I’ll stop.”
It might just about kill me, but I’ll never pressure her.
“It’s been a long time and I worry ...”
I lean down and kiss her perfect lips. “Shhh, I promise I’ll never hurt you.”
And I’ll do anything in my power to make sure I never do.
“I know you won’t.”
“Do you want to stop?” I ask again.
Addison’s finger brushes my cheek. “No, I don’t want that. Not even a little.” Her legs part even more, wrapping around my hips. “Take me, Grady.”
Her trust. Her words. The way her eyes swim with emotion does something inside me, but I shove that back.
Addison is perfect—in every way.
I open my mouth to tell her this, but she presses her heels against my ass. “Please. I have no expectations, just that I want this. Please.”
Her plea is my undoing and slowly, I push into her just an inch and watch her face. I kiss her again and slide a little deeper. Addison shows no signs of discomfort. “Are you okay?” I ask through gritted teeth.
