Page 117 of Every Broken Promise
“Fuck me,”Ty murmured.
My head turned toward my open window, and I smiled at him.
“Hi,” I squeaked.
The look on his face was intense. He pushed the screen to the side and proceeded inside the house.
“You look fucking beautiful.”
I could see the awe on his face as he took the short steps toward me. He looked down at my pastel green dress and strappy silver heels. The dress had a square neckline held together by two straps, with a high slit on the right side. It was the perfect dress for an outdoor wedding.
“Thank you,” I told him.
“Tell me again why I can’t go with you?”
His hands came to my waist and gripped me before he pulled me toward him. When he was this close to me, I forgot how to breathe. His eyes were dark with lust, but I could see the amusement.
“Because I promised Rachel I would be her buffer.”
He let out a pained groan, but ultimately bent down to kiss me. I loved the feel of him every time our lips met. I had beenwaiting years to feel it and I don’t think I would be getting used to it anytime soon.
His hands slid from my waist to cup my ass. Tyler groaned against my mouth as he felt me up.
“Ty,” I managed to choke out. Things were getting very heated, and I was about to leave.
Instead of listening to me, he turned me around then threw me on the bed.
“Ty.” It was half a moan and a hiss.
His lips started to trail down the side of my neck toward the tops of my breasts. His mouth hovered over the mounds, trailing soft pecks all over my neckline.
“So. Fucking. Pretty.”
While he murmured this, his hand found the slit of my dress, and he firmly grasped my thigh.
“I have half a mind to send you with my cum dripping out of your pretty pussy.”
In my current state, I was sure I would let him. My top teeth bit down hard against my bottom lip. Tyler’s hand was right at the edge of my sex, his knuckles slowly grazing my pussy.
“I already know you are wet for me, beautiful, but just how wet are you?”
Just as he started to move my panties aside with one of his fingers, Rachel honked at me to hurry up.
Tyler let out a masculine chuckle, and before I could tell him to let me up, he sunk one finger deep inside of me.
“Ty.” It was a desperate moan.
“Soaked, baby,” he whispered as he nipped my neck.
“If you don’t get off me right this second, I will never let you near me again,” I warned as I pushed him back.
My efforts were worthy of a medal or something. Come on, I was wet, and his finger was rightthere. I bet he could make mecome in less than two minutes, three, tops— My train of thought got interrupted as he began to shake.
When I looked up at him, he was licking the finger he had inside of me, his eyes crinkled with mischief.
“Come on before your parents come looking for you.”
There was nothing gracious about the way I rolled over so I could get up quicker. It would be hard to explain why Tyler was in my room when he could have come in through the front door.
