Page 55 of Broken Pieces
She’s between my legs, mouth stretched around my cock, spit glistening on her lips in the pale light.
The stars blur above me. Tin cold against my back. Her warmth burning into my skin.
She is filth and beauty twisted into something holy. Her hair spills over her shoulders, her focus locked on me, her mouth wrecking every last shred of control I had left.
And I know I’m already lost.
The longer she works me, the harder it is to hold back.
My grip tightens in her hair, dragging her closer. My hips jerk up into her mouth before I can stop it.
She chokes, a wet, broken sound that rips a curse from my throat.
“Fuck… yeah, that’s it.” My voice scrapes out of me, hoarse and shredded. My chest heaves, every breath sharp, my control fraying with each second.
The sight of her, knees pressed to cold tin, mouth stretched around my cock, burns itself into my brain. Her throat working, hands steady. She’s giving me everything, and it’s too much.
I’m seconds from the fucking edge, jaw clenched, body tight, every muscle straining not to fall apart already.
Her hand keeps working me, twisting just enough to make my thighs tighten. Her mouth sinks lower, tongue dragging along the underside of my cock, and my body jerks hard.
The need is brutal. It claws through my chest, settles in my gut, makes me shake with how bad I want it.
“Take me deeper,” I rasp, my voice low and strained, every word clawing its way through grit.
I tug her forward.
She chokes, throat tightening around me.
My eyes slam shut, jaw clenched, every part of me on the verge of snapping.
“That’s it. Fuck, Skylar. You feel so fucking good.”
She pushes down further, swallowing me, and I can’t hold back the filthy sound that spills from my throat. My hand guides her, setting the pace, rougher now, harder. I can feel every twitch of her mouth, every scrape of her teeth when she slips, every wet drag of her tongue.
I look down and nearly lose it.
Her cheeks hollow, my cock vanishing between her lips, her eyes locked on mine. There’s heat in them. Hunger. Challenge.
It’s the dirtiest, most fucked-up beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Good girl,” I groan, voice splitting at the seams, sweat rolling slow down my spine. “Suck it deeper. Show me how bad you want this.”
Her tongue works me, dragging along the vein. Her lips stay sealed tight, sucking harder with every pass, and I can’t stop the curses spilling from my mouth.
My thrusts turn rougher, messier. I’m past the point of restraint. I’m desperate now.
“I’m close,” I rasp. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.”
The pressure coils low, twisting hard in my gut. Every muscle locks. My hips jerk into her mouth, chasing that edge, a broken rhythm that’s all instinct and no control. My cock pulses against her tongue, twitch after twitch dragging me closer, wrecking me with every second she doesn’t let up.
“Fuck, Skylar—” My voice is shot, nothing but desperation now. “You’re gonna make me come.”
I yank her down one last time, my cock buried deep in her throat, and the world shatters.
Everything goes white.
“Fuck, yes…” The words tear out of me, a growl I can’t hold back.
