Page 113 of Broken Pieces
“You ever touch yourself here?” I ask, my thumb pressing a little harder, dragging in lazy, messy circles now.
She nods again, eyes glassy. “Yeah,” she whispers.
My grin’s pure filth as I picture her in bed alone, fingers buried deep in that sweet little pussy, hips grinding into her hand while she whispers my name in the dark. I imagine her biting her lip to keep from moaning too loud, eyes closed.
“You think about me when you touch yourself?” I murmur, voice thick with heat. My thumb drags over her clit, again… teasing her just enough to watch her squirm. “Ever wished your fingers were my cock?”
Her breath catches, that soft little gasp spilling from her mouth like a fucking prayer.
“Tell me, Sky.”
She swallows hard. Her chest heaves.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Fuck… yes.”
And fuck me, I almost lose it.
The sound that tears from my throat is guttural, something deep and animalistic.
I lean forward and the second my breath hits her clit, she jolts, but I don’t stop. I hold her hips down as I flatten my tongue and lick her pussy claiming every inch of her like I’ve been starving for it.
She tastes sweet and so fucking addictive it punches the air from my lungs.
My tongue drags through her folds again, slower this time, soaking her taste into me. I swirl over her clit, just once, and her entire body shudders. Her fingers bury in my hair, tugging tight as if she needs something to hold on to.
“Shit,” she gasps. “Zane—fuck—”
I groan into her pussy, the sound vibrating through her, and she cries out again, hips rising into my face.
My hands grip her thighs, keeping her right where I want her while I devour her like she’s the only thing I’ll ever need.
She tastes so fucking good I could drown in her.
Every flick of my tongue sends heat rolling through my body, makes my cock throb. Nothing prepared me for this. Not the way her pussy pulses against my mouth, or the way her breath catches every time I hit that spot. Nothing warned me that licking her would short-circuit every thought in my head.
I take my time.
Lick after slow, deep lick.
Her whole body jolts. A strangled sound tears from her throat. She arches, spine lifting. She’s not used to this. Has no idea how to handle being worshipped with a mouth.
Good. This is mine to teach her how good it can feel.
My tongue circles her clit. I don’t settle into a pattern. I tease… flick… roll the tip around the swollen nub, then drag lower, tasting all the way down, before coming back to that perfect spot and flattening my tongue against it. Her hands reach for something and fail to find it.
I glance up.
Her head’s thrown back, hair splayed across the tin, mouth open, eyes glazed over. Her chest rises fast, breaths shallow and desperate.
She’s somewhere only I can take her.
I hum against her clit, let the vibration roll through her.
She cries out. Her hips buck. She tries to close her legs again but I snarl against her pussy and force her open, tongue dragging in slow, cruel strokes that make her squirm and whimper.
Not yet.
I want her to beg.
