Page 76 of The Trust We Broke
“Luce,” he barks at the same time, the muscles in his neck corded as he throws his head back.
Every inch of him is straining against the sensations.
He grunts as he starts to move his hips. “Taking all of me like the slut you are. You know, every other woman I’ve ever slept with needed some preparation. Needed time to adjust. But you and your slit just take it, time after fucking time.”
The last four words are said on hard, punctuated thrusts.
I don’t know what switch in me is broken, but the fact I’m the only woman he can do this with fills me up like he just told me I’m beautiful.
He looks between us, watching the way his cock is pounding into me. The sensation of my clit getting hammered sends my body spiraling back to the edge of another orgasm.
I raise my hands to his face, a tender gesture in contrast to the rage of his hips.
He takes his weight on one hand and places his other hand around my neck. “One day, I’m gonna squeeze this neck of yours so tightly while you’re sucking my cock, I’ll feel it moving in your throat. Fuck your mouth as you choke around it.” He takes a deep breath. “Yeah. Gonna fucking love it.”
“I meant what I said.” I place my hand over the top of his, squeezing, forcing his fingers to tighten around my throat. “I really am yours to use.”
But his strokes begin to shorten. “This could have been us,” he says, as little stars spin in my peripheral vision. “All this fucking time, this could have been us, Bug.”
He lets go of my throat, kissing me furiously, and I’m scared I’m going to miss a second orgasm.
I’m scared he’s never going to put his hands around my throat ever again.
I’m scared I’m not his slut. That he won’t listen when I try to explain.
And I’m haunted by his words.
This could have been us.
Tears sting my eyes again, but this time, they’re met with the crash of a sudden and harsh second orgasm that takes my breath away.
“Fuck, that feels…ugh!”
Unable to grapple with the colliding emotions, the tears escape. And this time, he doesn’t lick them clean. This time, he lets them fall as he chases his own orgasm.
His eyes closed, he rides me fast, but his hands cup my cheeks as though this is special and tender.
I wrap my hands around him, squeezing him tightly.
Wishing this were forever.
“Ah, fuck,” he says. “I’m gonna…come. Shit! Luce.”
His hips lose all rhythm, and I feel his cock pulse deep inside me, filling me up.
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My head spins.
I’m lost in all of it.
The way the orgasm feels as it hammers through me.
The comfort and softness of Lucy’s body beneath mine.
This could have been us.
