Page 35 of Tuned To Break
And fuck, she’s stunning.
Curves for days. Nipples flushed and hard like they’ve been waiting for my mouth. That perfect cunt glistening just for me.
“Fuck, Stella,” I breathe. My hands are everywhere, palms mapping the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips. I want to worship her. Ruin her. Own every fucking inch.
“Jake,” she moans, my name breaking apart when I close my mouth over one aching nipple—sucking, biting just enough to make her gasp. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging, and it pulls a groan from deep in my chest.
“On the bed,” I order, voice like steel. “Now.”
She obeys without hesitation, and fuck if that doesn’t do something to me. Watching her climb onto the bed—hair a wild mess of fire, body sprawled across the pillows like all my dreams come true—nearly makes me lose it.
“You’re overdressed,” she teases.
“Not for long,” I promise, stripping my shirt in one brutal move. Her gaze drops to the noose tattoo on the back of my hand as I shove my jeans down. I swear her breath hitches. Good. Let her wonder what these hands are going to do.
When I free my cock—thick and already leaking—her lips part on a shaky breath.
“Holy shit,” she whispers. “Come here.”
The demand, bold as fuck, makes me even harder. I move to the bed, and the second I’m within reach, her hands are on me. When those soft fingers wrap around my length, I grit my teeth, a groan tearing from my chest.
“Stella—”
“I want to taste you,” she purrs.
Before I can even think, her mouth is on me.
Warm. Wet. Heaven and hell all at once.
“Fuck,” I bite out, hips jerking when her tongue does a wicked little swirl that should be illegal. My hand tangles in her hair—not to control, just to feel her. To keep from unravelling too fast.
“Look at me,” I command.
When she lifts those green eyes, lips stretched around my cock, it’s game over. “That’s it, darl. Take me deeper. Fuck, you’re good at this. Such a good girl for me.”
She moans around me like praise is her kink, the vibration making my vision blur. I pull her off before I lose it like a fucking teenager.
“I need to be inside you,” I grit out.
“Yes,” she breathes, voice wrecked. “Please.”
I push her back, crawling over her. My fingers slide into her slick heat—Jesus, she’s drenched. I curl them just right, watching her back bow.
“You ready for me, darl?” I murmur against her lips. “Because once I start, I’m not stopping until you can’t fucking walk.”
“Yes,” she moans, nails digging into my shoulders. “Jake, please.”
“You sound so pretty when you beg, darl,” I growl, teasing her with the head of my cock.
“Please, Jake, I need you.” She moans.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask, not wanting to stop to grab a condom.
“Yes, and I’m clean. Please, Jake, I need to feel you—allof you. Fuck me. Please.” She begs, and that’s all I need. I line up and sink into her in one slow thrust that has both of us groaning.
“Fuck,” I rasp, forehead pressed to hers. She feels so good. “You are so fucking tight. Like you were made for my cock.”
I start slow, savouring every inch. But when she whispers, “Harder,” I lose it—pull almost all the way out and slam back in, hard enough to rattle the headboard.
