Page 121 of The Breaking Pointe
“C-Cole…”
His eyes darken at my attempt to let him hear me.
“Sayit,”hecommandsme,flaringhisnostrilsashe growls. He snatches the pillow beside my head, never ceas- ing his momentum, and shoves it between the headboard and the wall.Smirking at his own quick thinking, he looks at me again as I watch his chain wave back and forth between us, bouncing against his chest, repeatedly.
“Colton!”I moan louder, starting to arch my back.
The lowest of moans vibrates from his body, and he takes a hand to my stomach, pressing down gently.
Makingmereallyfeelhim.
The sheets feel hot, and my skin feels sticky and sweaty— buttheroomsmellslikehim.Idon’twantmysensesto let go of his scent.I want his glistening, sweaty muscles crashing into my body for as long as I can take it.For as long as he wants to. Even if that means hours.
“Mmm…you know it’s mine, right?You’re mine,” he grunts,usingthesoundofmyvocalsasfuel.“Allmine,” he moans the last words as he closes his eyes, seeming to reach a sense of tranquility.
For a moment, watching him peak with pleasure is better than me feeling my own.
“It’s all for you,” I pant, reaching my fingers behind the nape of his neck, pulling his face close to mine, making a few of his damped curls brush across my face. “What’s mine is yours. Nobody else can change that,” I whisper breathlessly. Hischestfillswithairashishipscalmdown,returning to his previous, slow and sensual motion. The brown of his eyes is shining brighter than it has before, but not enough todistractmefromhislipsthatarebarelytouchingmine,
stuck in a parted state.
Withoutwords,hesmasheshislipsintomine,thrusting
faster into me as he does.He knows what he’s doing.He knows if he keeps doing it, I’m gonna cum at any given moment now. There’s no chance at me holding it back, and the more I focus, the harder it is to hold it in.I just keep feeling tighter around him.
He’ssobig,Icouldcryhappytears.
His lips rip away from mine and he takes my chin into his hand, cupping it.“Don’t cum.Not yet,” he hisses.
A tremble washes over my legs as he says this, torturing me.“I-I can’t hold it…” I gasp, trying to hold my breath again.
“I thought you were gonna be a good girl, huh?”he questions me, furrowing his eyebrows. His hand rushes to my thighs and holds them from their shaking fit.
“I’ll be good…I’m your good girl.” I close my eyes, whis- pering my words. “I swear…”
“You don’t want me to stop now, do you?Don’t tell me that’s what you want.”He chuckles, pressing his body closer to mine.
“No!”I beg, cupping his cheeks.“Don’t you dare stop fucking me, Colton,” I warn him.
His eyes widen quickly at my orders.“Or what?”he challenges me.
“Orelse,” I threaten.
Suddenly his eyes close again, and his touch becomes weak. “I just…holy fuck,” he moans.
I bet he’s holding it in, just like me.Both of us are trying to get as much out of this as we both can.
Who could really blame us?
“Please…I just need to…” I say, gliding a hand around his torso, patting his back with mass speed.
“Please don’t,” he begs me, now in a softer, sweeter tone. “Just…just wait for me.Almost,” he responds, his breath becoming shorter and shorter.
Each thrust is now more careful as he stays inside me longer each time.As weak as he might be getting, it isn’t allowing him to give up.
“Look at me,” I plead, caressing his cheeks with my thumbs. “Look at me, please.”
His eyes slowly flutter open, and one arm throws itself beside my head, tugging and grabbing on the sheet as we stare into each other’s eyes. His eyes aren’t filled with lust like before, but something more.Something a lot deeper than simple lust.Not even the alcohol can be seen in the seriousness of his expression.
