Page 44 of Our Broken Pieces
I had her up against the door again, one arm wrapped around her body and my other hand clamped down over her mouth. Neither of us could afford someone calling the cops. “Did that hurt?” I knew it did, but I also knew she was dripping because of it. I looked down and her nipple was bleeding a bit, but nothing too bad. Nothing compared to what she had endured when we were together.
I leaned my head down and lapped at her tender nipple with my tongue. Mystic whimpered at the contact and I took my hand off her mouth. I didn’t want her screaming the house down, but I loved hearing her moans and pleas for mercy.
“Gage…” she moaned helplessly.
I wanted nothing more than to ram my dick up into her body, but my mouth was watering with the need to taste her pussy. Mystic had always been the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted, and I bet she still was.
“Where’s your bedroom, baby?” She pointed towards the shallow hallway, the door on the left. “Go in there and, so help me God, you better be naked on the bed with your legs spread wide for me, Mystic.” I told her. “I want to walk in there and see your pussy dripping for me.”
I watched her walk towards her bedroom, and I followed. Every piece of clothing she discarded on the walk to the bedroom was joined with one of mine. Granted, the only things left on her were her pajama pants and panties, but my goal was for us to both completely naked by the time I joined her in bed.
Mystic crawled onto the bed, giving me an unobstructed view of her ass, and I watched as she complied with my demands. She laid down over her unmade bed and let her knees drop to the side, displaying the only pussy in the world that has ever made me lose my goddamn mind. And it looked just like I remembered; just like I had fantasized. It was pink, tight, and wet as fuck.
Once I was done shedding every piece of clothing I had on, I crawled onto the bed after her. I didn’t make it past her pussy before I was already trapping her thighs to the bed and my tongue was running through the wet, sticky folds of her precious cunt.
Her body bowed. “Gage…” she moaned, and I knew I would be doing this every morning or night for the rest of our lives. She was right. I had let her go without much of a fight before because I hadn’t been able to see past her supposed betrayal, but now…now, knowing what it was like to live without her, there was no way I was letting Mystic walk away from me a second time.
No fucking way.
Her hands tangled in my hair and it was as if the last ten years disappeared. “Gage…I need more,” she begged. She was always begging, and I was always complying.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I released her thighs and parted her pretty pussy lips with my fingers, so I could see everything. I licked and nibbled at that little nub, but I knew it still wouldn’t be enough.
Mystic didn’t need soft and sweet.
“Gage, please…”
I stuck three fingers into her pussy and watched as her juices coated my fingers and dripped down my arm. It’s beentoofucking long, and Mystic’s body was telling me exactly that. When I was satisfied that my fingers were lubricated enough, I placed my mouth on her clit and started finger fucking both her pussy and tight, little ass as the same time.
No work up. No warning. No nothing.
The touch of my tongue and the feel of my fingers double penetrating her was all it took for Mystic to scream my name and cum all over my face. Her cream tasted just like I remembered, and I planned on tasting it all night long. I didn’t pull my fingers from her body until her trembling eased, but I was far from done with her.
I wiped my face on the inside of her thigh before crawling up her body. Her eyes were closed, and she looked ready to pass out, but I wasn’t going to let that happen.
I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Now it’s my turn again.”
Chapter 29
Mystic~
It was like the ten years apart had ceased to exist. My body knew it was Gage touching me. It remembered his touch, taste, scent…everything. We were picking up exactly where we had left off, but it still didn’t feel like enough.
It felt like it would never be enough.
Gage’s large body covered mine and blazing blue eyes locked onto mine the second I opened my eyes. My body was weak from the orgasm he just gave me, but I was ready for more. I was ready and eager for the rest of it.
The rest of Gage Evans.
“Your pussy tastes exactly the same, Mystic,” he murmured against my lips. Gage had always talked dirty to me when we had sex, but teenage hormones had gotten in the way of the meaning of the words. They had also gotten in the way of foreplay. As a teenager, everything Gage had done to me was new and exciting. As an adult, everything he just did wasn’t new, but it sure as hell was appreciated. As a teenager I hadn’t overly care if I came, even though I always did. As an adult, I cared. I cared very much.
“What now?” I challenged. I didn’t want this tamed version of Gage. I wanted the Gage from the park restroom.
The darkness in his eyes danced at my challenge. “Now, I fuck every hole you have until you can’t take my dick anymore, Mystic,” he promised. “I’m going to fuck you like Ipaidfor you.”
My entire body shivered, and when my mind tried to intrude and remind me that this wasn’t normal or healthy, I shut my conscience down and let my body rule everything else.
My voice was desperate need when I said, “Do your worst.”
