Page 116 of Broken Pieces
“Shit… Skylar,” I choke out, voice shredded, thighs drawn tight, every muscle locked down.
She pulls back, lips wet and glistening, a string of spit connecting her mouth to the tip of my cock. Her eyes are dark, blown wide with heat, and fuck, there’s something dangerous in them.
Then she takes me again.
Harder this time.
Her mouth slides down fast, hot and greedy, sucking with purpose. She sets a rhythm that tears through me. Her hand wraps around the base, pumping what her lips can’t reach, her wrist twisting with every pass.
I can’t fucking breathe.
Every time she swallows around the head, my cock jerks.
I’m close. So fucking close I can feel the pressure building, burning through every nerve.
“You want me to come down your throat?” I growl, jaw clenched.
She moans around me, and the vibration tears through my cock, hot and sharp, setting every nerve on fire.
It’s filthy.
Perfect.
The sound, the pressure, the way her mouth grips me and pushes me right to the fucking edge.
One more second of this and I’ll be fucking gone.
I try to hold back. Bite down on the inside of my cheek. Think of anything else. Cold showers. Chain-link fences. My fucking laundry.
But all of it is useless.
She sucks me deeper, throat flexing, hand still pumping the base with that slick, perfect rhythm, and my control snaps.
“Shit… don’t stop,” I groan, voice breaking, hips jerking forward as my fist tightens in her hair.
I want this to last.
Fuck, I need it to.
Because this is going to be over fast. Too fucking fast.
She’s barely started, and I’m already there,
This is gonna be the quickest I’ve ever come. Not since I was a teenager, getting my first awkward hand job behind the lockers. And even that felt easier to hold back than this.
I fucking come… hard.
No way to slow it down. My cock twitches between her lips, pulsing, spilling down her throat in messy, relentless bursts. My head tips back as I groan. The kind of sound I’ve never made in my life.
She doesn’t pull back.
She takes it all.
Her mouth stays on me, tongue still working my cock, milking every drop while I lose my fucking mind. My hips jerk, chasing the last of the high.
“Fuck,” I pant, voice rough, hand still buried in her hair.
My thighs tremble with the aftershocks, the pleasure so intense it almost hurts. I’m gasping, wrecked, the release crashing through me in waves that won’t stop.
