Page 62 of Beautifully Broken
Chapter 10
Ashley
I know I should probably take a moment to think about everything Talon just spilled at my feet, but all I can think of is how much he's been through and yet he's still willing to take a shot on me. There's been a pull between us since the moment our eyes locked. Talon throwing down the gauntlet—that if we cross this line, I'm his—warms me more than it frightens me.
Growing up the way I did, I could never trust if the guys I was with truly wanted me for me or if it was because of the status and the money I could bring them. With Talon, knowing he's willing to risk his heart after everything he's been through, I have zero doubts that his feelings for me are genuine.
That's why I'm straddling him as his tongue plunders my mouth.
Talon is fucking owning me right now, and I'm here for it. My hips grind down on his, making me whimper as the python in his pants rubs my engorged head. I need more, or I might come like a teen boy in my pants, and we can't have that.
Pulling my lips from his, I take off my vest then rip my Henley over my head.
"Someone's a little eager beaver." Talon chuckles.
"If it's a beaver you want, you're barking up the wrong tree," I sass, turning Talon's chuckle into a full-on laugh as he flops back on the blanket beside the fire.
Seeing my opening, I dive for the buttons on his shirt. I make quick work of them and start to push his undershirt up when he stops me.
"I, uh, should probably warn you about my scars. I've got quite a few burn marks on the entire left side of my body. It's not pretty."
"Oh, fuck that. I don't care if your skin is marred. You risked your life so I could live mine. I will never see you as less because of the marks left behind from your sacrifice."
Apparently, my words are what he needs because, before I realize what's happening, Talon has our positions flipped and my chest bare. He pops the button on my jeans, then groans at the sight of my red lace G-string peeking out. I love sexy lingerie, and I wore one of my favorites in hopes we might end up here tonight.
"You're gonna be the death of me," he grits out as he takes off my boots, and finally frees me of my jeans and underwear. "As much as I love these, I need you in my mouth." Without hesitation, Talon leans forward and devours my leaking length. He deepthroats me like a champ as his large, callused hands fondle my balls.
I'm a whimpering, blubbering mess, holding off on coming like my life depends on it.
"Let go. I need to drink you down."
"No. I wanna come with you in me."
"You will, sweetheart. I promise." He slides back down on me. His hand that was working my balls gathers his saliva and makes its way to my tight ring.
I bear down and easily accept his thick finger, which tips me over the edge. I cry out as I come down his throat.
"Fucking perfect," Talon mumbles.
I'm still on a high from my orgasm when I feel another slick finger probing my hole. My eyes snap open to see Talon’s smirk, right before he sucks me back into his mouth. I blink to clear my head and see a bottle of lube beside us, along with Talon's clothes. When I whip my head back towards him, as his mouth pops off my already hard dick, I see his cock is already sheathed and he's completely naked.
The night is chilly, but the heat between us—along with the one coming off the fire—could burn the forest down. The cold doesn't touch me as Talon slowly eases into me.
The stretch is intense and almost to the point of pain, but the kind of pain that hurts so good.
"Eyes on me, Ashley."
I didn't even realize I closed them, too blissed out with how he plays my body.
"Good boy."
"Mmm."
Talon starts out slowly. He has to for his monster cock to be able to fit, but once he's all the way in, I need more. I need him to let loose and get as lost in me, as I am in him and the way he makes me feel.
"More, Bear. I need more."
"I don't want to hurt you, baby."
