Page 115 of Broken Pieces
But I don’t move.
I hold myself there, panting hard, jaw clenched so tight it hurts.
My cock is throbbing. My hands are shaking. I’m right there, on the edge of losing control. And it takes everything in me to pull back just enough to follow through.
I drag my fingers gently down the side of her face.
“I’m not gonna fuck you tonight.”
I can’t believe in a million years that those words are coming out of my mouth.
Her brows knit together, confused. “Why not?”
I grit my teeth and stare at her, every cell in my body screaming to take what she’s offering.
“Because I want your first time to mean something,” I say. “Not here like this. Not with your back against a tin roof and your ass going numb from the cold.”
I drag my thumb over her bottom lip, put that cocky smirk on my face, the one I know the girls love.
“But if you want to give me something tonight?” I smirk. “Then be a good girl and suck my cock. Because if I don’t bury myself in something soon, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.”
I don’t push her.
I wait even though waiting has never been my thing.
She smirks, as if hearing me lose my fucking mind is funny to her.
“You want my mouth?” she whispers. “Then take off your jeans.”
Jesus fuck.
I sit up fast, fingers flying to the button of my jeans, heart hammering in my chest. My cock’s hurting, desperate to be touched. I drag my zipper down, shove the denim past my hips, and pull myself free.
Her eyes drop to my cock, thick, hard and leaking. She licks her lips, dragging her tongue across them like she can’t wait to tase me.
Then her hand wraps around me.
I hiss through my teeth, the sound ripped straight from my chest.
Her fingers curl around the base of my cock and she gives it a stroke and I’m already fucking gone.
My hips jerk, cock throbbing in her grip, leaking against her palm.
She doesn’t stop. Just watches me while she pumps me again, a little tighter this time, wrist twisting just enough to make my whole body clench.
“Fuck, baby…” I groan, breath catching hard in my throat.
She leans in, mouth parting, hot breath teasing the tip. Her tongue flicks out and catches the drop of precum, eyes locked on mine the whole fucking time.
“Such a filthy little mouth,” I murmur.
And then she takes me.
Warm lips stretching over my cock as she slides down inch by inch.
I groan, my hand flying to her hair, not to force, just to hold on.
She takes me deeper, tongue pressed flat against the underside, her throat tightening around the head when I hit the back.
