Page 144 of Pretty Broken Wings
I get back to the man in front of me, grabbing his dick and rolling the condom over it. Gage swallows audibly. “I want to be inside you. Please.”
“Please?” I taunt, but having Gage’s dick in my hand makes me want it too. I want to feel him grind against my G-spot until it’s all I can think about.
“Please, oh fuck.” His dick jerks in my hand. He grinds his hips up as much as he can. “Oh fuck, I can’t–” He gasps for breath. “I can’t think; I need it so bad. Please, just–”
I pull him to my entrance and press just the tip inside. Then, slowly, inch by inch, I sink down.
Gage throws his head back and moans, the veins in his neck sticking out. The stretch is delicious, sending pleasurable thrills through me. I shake with the effort to hold myself up, and Gage strains at his ropes.
Finally, I sit all the way down, settling onto his lap, pleasure racing through me.
Gage pants, his breath heavy. I start to move, wanting to grind up on him.
“Wait,” Gage tenses, “Wait, fuck! Just wait.”
I freeze, then start slowly rolling my hips. “I didn’t hear a please.”
“Please,” Gage whimpers. “I’m going to come.”
I stop. Gage swallows heavily, squeezing his eyes shut. I glance over at Axel, expecting to see him stroking his dick. Only, he’s fully clothed, staring at me with hooded eyes. There’s an expression there that I can’t quite make out.
Then Gage shifts, making my pussy clench, and I moan. I slip my hand between us, playing with my clit. I’m already so wound up that immediately, my pussy flutters. Gage sucks in a breath and holds it, his body still.
“Do you want to feel me come on your dick?” I ask, feeling close already.
Gage nods, then quickly answers, “Yes, yes, please.”
Since he answered so sweetly. I rub myself in tight circles, my body already on the edge. I build and build until I come, body exploding with pleasure. I curl into Gage, pussy pulsing around him. I feel his arms try to move, and then he stops. The pleasure holds me captive for a few beats, and I start to relax around him, breathing heavily.
After a few beats, I start to grind on Gage, but Axel says, sounding bored, “Just one?”
My eyebrows shoot up, and I glance over at him.
“You can do more. Come around him until he can’t hold out any longer.”
I look at Gage, who has a hungry look on his face.
“See how many it takes him.” Axel leans back in his chair, getting a mocking tone. “How many can you last, big bro?”
I take him up on the dare, rubbing myself again, already on the edge from the last orgasm. This one tips me over even more powerfully, and I can’t help but groan into Gage’s neck.
Then, I do it again and again until it becomes painful. The more sound I make, the more Gage’s breathing picks up and hisbody tenses. Finally, when I’m circling my clit, not sure if it’s hurting more than it feels good, Gage grunts, body tensing, and I can tell he’s about to come. I rise up and down, riding his dick until Gage grunts in a stuttered way, dick jerking, coming so hard I can feel the spurts of cum through the condom. It pushes me over the edge one last time, and we both come together, locked in pleasure.
Even once the pulsing pleasure stops, I find myself locked in a haze of pleasure, everything looking fuzzy. Closing my eyes, I lay my head on Gage’s shoulder, just breathing. He nuzzles his head into mine. For a second, I freak out and feel for the monster that’s usually around the corner. I stiffen, waiting for it to pounce when I’ve let my guard down. But there’s nothing. For some odd reason, I feel nothing but safety. And I can’t get up the energy to freak out about that.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
Good god.
That was… fuck.
I stare at the stunning woman draped over Gage’s chest. Watching them was the most intoxicating thing I’ve done in a long time, and I wasn’t even the one fucking.
My chest is tight, and my pants are tight, too. There’s an ache in both places, but my chest hurts more. It’s a bittersweet ache. Gage deserves this. I’m not so much of an asshole that I can’t admit that. But… I can’t help but feel… lonely. I rub at it.
Gage shifts, looking down at the woman in his arms. It’s then that I notice her shoulders are moving. They’re hitching.
Is she… crying?
