Page 123 of Broken Pieces
The desperation in her tone hits me straight in the chest. Fuck, it does something to me. The fact that she wants me, needs me, makes my blood run hotter.
I turn back to look at her.
She’s propped up on her elbows, eyes wide, lips swollen, chest rising and falling fast. Her hair’s a mess, her skin flushed, and she looks so fucking perfect I almost forget what I was doing.
“I need a condom to fuck you,” I say, voice low.
Her lips part, but she doesn’t say a word. Just watches the way I grab the waistband of my sweats and shove them down, my cock springing free, thick and hard, the tip already slick. Her eyes drop to it, and she lets out the slightest sound; it’s enough to make my cock twitch.
I head for the bathroom, each step heavy with the need to get back to her. My pulse is loud in my ears, the air thick with sex and heat.
I grab a condom from the top drawer and move back toward the bedroom.
She’s exactly where I left her.
Legs still spread wide, with that glistening pussy on full display, waiting for me.
I tear open the packet with my teeth.
My hands are shaking, a little, when I roll the condom down over my cock. The latex stretches tight over my skin, every drag of my hand adding pressure, grounding me, giving my body something to focus on before I lose control completely.
The motion feels good. Too fucking good. My pulse hammers in my throat, my cock throbbing in my grip.
I’ve never been this turned on in my life. Not once.
A pussy spread open in front of me has never made me this crazy before.
Usually, it’s a means to an end — a wet hole to fuck until I’m done. No meaning. No heat that burns through me and leaves me feeling out of control. But Skylar… fuck. The sight of her spread out, breathing fast, waiting for me, has been haunting my fucking mind since the first time I saw her.
I look up and catch her staring, eyes fixed on me, pupils blown wide. Her gaze trails down my body, stopping at the way my fist moves over my cock one last time.
She swallows hard, lips parted.
I climb back onto the mattress; the bed dips under my weight. My knees press against the sheets between her thighs. I let my hands slide up her legs, tracing the smooth skin of her calves, over her knees, along the soft insides of her thighs. Her skin’s warm, and when I reach the top, my thumbs brush over the edges of her pussy, spreading her open.
She watches me as I lean forward, my thumb finding her clit again. I barely touch it at first, just enough to make her hips twitch.
Fuck, she’s sensitive, every breath coming out in soft, uneven sounds.
I move slowly, working her clit, teasing her, keeping her relaxed.
My voice comes out rough, low. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her eyes flicker up to mine, wide and trusting.
“I want you to enjoy this as much as I fucking will,” I tell her, my thumb still moving, her body trembling under my hand.
I glance down at my cock, standing hard and ready, aching for her.
I’ve been told I’m big before.
Hell, most girls brag about it, but that never mattered. Not until now. Now it’s not about ego. It’s about her. About making sure this first time is good, that it’s something she’ll remember, not something that fucking hurts.
I position myself, my cock brushing against her entrance, and her breath catches, that perfect little sound escaping her lips again.
My other hand grips her hip.
“Relax,” I whisper, voice barely holding steady. “I’ve got you.”
