Page 117 of Deal Breaker
It’s obscene.
It’s beautiful.
There’s a raw, aching power in the way she looks right now—half-wild, flushed, breath shaky. My cock is hard and pulsing, trapped between us, leaking against the softness of her belly, begging for relief. But I don’t move. Not yet because I’ve never felt like this before. Yeah, I want to bury myself so deep inside her that she forgets her own name. I want to fuck her until we’re both wrecked and shaking and completely undone. But more than that? I want to feel her. Every inch of her. I want to kiss her slowly. Stroke my hands over every part of her body until she melts into me. I want to love her in a way that erases the space between us, until there’s no more her and no more me. Just us. One breath. One heartbeat. Everything. I’ve never wanted anything more in my goddamn life.
I hook my fingers under the thin band of her underwear and drag it to the side.
The second I see her—wet, swollen, slick just for me—something snaps. I lose whatever fragile grip I had on control. My mouth is on her before I can think, lips crashing into her skin—her chest, her collarbone, her shoulder, her throat. I kiss like I’m starved, like I’ve got minutes to taste her and a lifetime’s worth of hunger to burn through.
My tongue follows, frantic and hot, lapping over her. When that isn’t enough—and it’s not, it’s never enough—I use my teeth.
I graze the tender slope of her neck, biting just enough to make her gasp. Her head falls back, exposing more, and I take it, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to the curve of her jaw, her shoulder, the dip above her breast. My handscan’t stay still. One grips her ass, squeezing, dragging her tighter against the thick length of my cock still pinned between us, the other slides between her thighs, fingers slick with her arousal the second they find her center.
I groan—fuck—and slip one finger inside her. Then another. She’s soaked and tight and pulsing around me, and the sound she makes when I curl them nearly makes me come on the spot. Her moan is high and panicked, desperate, as she reaches between us, fumbling, fingers wrapping around the base of me like she can’t stand to be one more second without me inside her.
Neither can I.
She braces her hands on my shoulders, fingers splayed wide and rises up onto her knees in an offering.
Slow. Sure. God, so beautiful.
Her thighs part around me, and I go still.
Utterly still.
I don’t breathe. I don’t blink. Because this—this—feels like more than just sex. It’s not just her body settling over mine. It’s a before and an after. A line in the sand we’ll never be able to cross back over. Everything narrows to this moment. Her. Me. The heat between us. The weight of everything we lost, everything we’ve found, and everything we’ve yet to discover. I could live forever right here in the space before everything changes. Before she sinks down and takes me inside her. Before I lose myself completely.
It’s not just want—it’s the start of something new, and all I can do is sit here, jaw tight, chest aching, as she spreads herself open for me… like a prayer. Like a promise. Like she knows this isn’t just about getting off.
It’s about everything.
And fuck, I’m ready.
I grab the base of my cock, thick and leaking, and linemyself up with her slick, swollen entrance. She looks down, watching me do it, eyes glazed over like she’s lost somewhere between want and desperation. So am I. The second the head slips past her folds—hot, wet, perfect—I groan.
“Fuck,” I grit, and it comes out as a breath more than a word.
Then Landyn sinks down with no hesitation, no tease. She takes me and everything inside me shatters. It’s slick skin and unbearable heat, her pussy gripping me like it was made for this, for me. Tight and hot and beautiful. So fucking beautiful. I can’t even think straight.
She moves fast, riding me hard, frantic, grinding with short, perfect thrusts that steal the breath from my lungs. I grab her hips and fuck up into her, fast and brutal, my thighs slapping against her ass as she takes every inch. My insides quake, my nerves are on fire, and every time she moans, I feel it in my spine—a live wire of electricity snapping through me.
She clenches around me, and I curse again, forehead pressing to hers, sweat slicking our skin. Every thrust is a memory I burn into my bones. Every cry, every tremble, every desperate grind of her hips, I feel it all.
It’s hot. Heavy. It builds low in my gut, in my balls, thick and unstoppable, and I know I’m not going to last. Not when she feels like this. Not when she sounds like that. Not when she’s finally mine.
Her rhythm falters. I feel the sudden clench before I hear it, the broken gasp that shatters against my mouth. Then she’s coming. Hard. Her whole body tightens around me, pussy fluttering like it’s trying to pull me deeper, wring me dry. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she rides it out, and I fuck into her like I’m losing my mind.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” I growl, voice raw. “Come for me.Just like that. Fuck, Landyn—you feel so good, I almost can’t take it.”
She cries out—sharp, desperate—and I don’t stop. I can’t stop. Not when my balls are drawn up so tight it hurts. Not when I’m right there, teetering on the edge of my last ounce of control.
“I’m right there,” I breathe. My bones are weightless, it feels like I’m floating and about to burst at the same time. “I’m going to come, Lan. I’m going to fill you up, baby, so deep you feel me for days.”
She whimpers,yeswith her and reaching behind her to cup my balls, and that’s all it takes. The need flips, fast and violent, and suddenly it’s mine. I’m not giving anymore. I’m taking.
I grip her hips hard, plant my feet against the floorboard, and fuck up into her with everything I have left.
It’s ecstasy.
