Page 91 of The Breaking Pointe
sheleftonme,wantingtostickitrightbackin.
“Did you?”she asks innocently, turning around to face me.
“Uh…no.Not yet,” I quietly admit, yearning for the feeling.
“Why don’t I help you?”She looks up at me with starry eyes, running a hand down my stomach.
She drops lower, coming face to face with the tip of my length, holding eye contact with me.I nod slowly but then start to think it over.
“You don’t have to…” I say before it’s too late.
“I want to. It’s so big…and so hard. I wanna taste me on you,” she says, kissing the tip a few times as she wraps her fingers around it. “A man like you deserves it. I bet you’re used to it. I bet you get it all the time.” She shrugs, beginning to stroke it.
“N-No…I’m not.I don’t.”I try to catch my breath but I can’t.
Becoming weaker, I back into the wall, grabbing the table for support as I close my eyes.
“You didn’t even come. Now is that really fair?” she asks, massaging the tip with her thumb.
I shake my head, lightly thrusting my hips forward. “Mm, don’t tease me. Please, baby.”
“I’magoodgirl,don’tworry.”
She presses her lips against the tip, fitting it in her mouth and taking in what she can, almost getting it all in. Gripping the rest of my length, she begins to suck on it, gliding her tongue around every part she can.
“Such a good girl…” I exhale in relief, biting my lip as I open my eyes to watch her.
My words encourage her more, making her move her head in a faster motion. She grabs my hip with her other hand as she moans around my dick.
Sucking harder, she doesn’t stop or give any mercy, keep- ing me pinned against the wall.The fluttery feeling in my stomach falls lower, and the urge to come starts to hit me harder. Softly laying a hand on her head, I’m forced to close my eyes again, only focusing on my orgasm.
“Wait, wait…” I weakly beg, my hips jerking back involun- tarily.
“Mm-mm,” she hums, grabbing my hand from her head and holding it.
“Keep goin’, I’m gonna—” My words cut off, accepting that I can’t control it anymore and coming the minute I speak.
I’m waiting for her to let me pull it out, hoping not to make her choke on my load. Instead, she swallows it completely, opening her eyes and looking at me until I finish.Her lips are cherry now, but her eyes say she doesn’t care. She pulls me out of her mouth, coughing softly but licking her lips in fulfillment.
As if she couldn’t make me want her more, now I havethis
moment to linger in my head for all time.
23
not my problem
NOELLE
With the leaves on the ground and the nights arriving quicker than the mornings, each day feels like the holidays are approaching faster than I can prepare for.I remember hating this time of year last year, and the year prior as well.
By good fortune, this year feels like a complete one-eighty. I’m blaming good fortune for the off chance that maybe this year wasn’t the best, but I did get my good karma. It comes in the form of tall, dark, and handsome with an unapologetic and virile attitude.As virile as the man may be, he’s so much more. He’s more of a man in hiding. Behind his pragmatic sensibilities and gritty accent lies a younger man who longs for his own redemption. If I know anything, it’s that when one door closes, another one opens.
In other words, the worst has yet to come. Only then will his eyes be opened. He hasn’t hit the absolute bottom yet.
Dare I say that I believe it’ll be losing his mom?Or that
I’m worried about what will happen when that happens. By no means do I think I can save him, or anything strangely related, but I’m familiar with what it’s like for someone to lose a parent. Lauren had her moment, nearly two years ago. Fast forward to today, she’s still struggling to find peace with the situation.It’s some people’s longest journey to come to terms with.
