Page 53 of Cold and Broken (The Titans of Founder's Ridge 1)

“Oh, fuck. You are so wet for me.” He pumps in and out of me, adding a second finger. He’s right, I’m so embarrassingly wet that I can hear my desire for him as he finger fucks me into a leg shaking orgasm. He kisses me through the after shocks.

“I need to taste you.” He slides down between my legs and tears my shorts off. I have the urge to close my legs together as he spreads my thighs open, embarrassed to be so wantonly on display for him. I close my eyes and feel my body start to blush.

“Lilith, open your eyes and look at me.”

“I can’t.” I shake my head with my eyes tightly closed.

“Why?”

“I feel,” everything, too much, too exposed, too vulnerable, “I don’t know.”

“Do you know how gorgeous you are? How perfect you look laying open for me on my bed? How fucking incredible your pussy looks, glistening with your desire for me? Do you feel how hard I am for you?” He places my hand over his cock. I open my eyes to watch his face as I dip my hand into his pants and wrap my fist around him. When I rub my thumb over the tip of his dick, rubbing his precum in his eyes go half lidded and he drops his face between my thighs.

His tongue dances circles around my clit before he licks me and thrusts his tongue inside me. My toes curl and my hands delve into his hair, pulling him closer to me. I feel every breath, every groan he makes against me. When I feel the pressure starting to build he adds his fingers and curls them up inside me. Between his tongue on my clit and his fingers in my pussy I come so hard I see spots.

When I melt into the mattress he crawls up my body and kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on his lips and surprisingly I like it. I reach my hand down to take care of him but he stops me.

“No,” he says gently, “this was about you. I can wait.”

“I don’t mind. It doesn’t seem fair for me to come twice and you to be left hanging.” I turn toward him so we’re face to face.

“I want you to trust me first.” He cups my face. “Do you trust that I’m not playing games with you yet?”

“I want to,” I bite my lip, “but I’m not there yet if I’m being completely honest.”

“Then I’ll keep working to earn your trust.” He kisses my forehead and pulls me to his chest. “Think anyone would notice if you slept in here with me tonight?”

“Yes.” I chuckle. “My dad would. Then he really would kill you.”

“Worth it.” He leans in and sniffs my neck. “Why do you always smell so good. Like roses and strawberries.”

“Rose hip shampoo and conditioner. Strawberry body wash.”

“I’m going to buy a bottle of each and use them to jerk off.”

“Jesus, Connor.” I shake my head. “You are so dirty.”

“You’ll get used to it. The things I think are way dirtier than the things that slip through the filter.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” I kiss his shoulder and roll to get up but his arm locks around my waist and pulls me back.

“Not yet.” He kisses my neck. “Five minutes.” After a quiet moment he asks, “mountains or beach?”

“We’re doing more of these?”

“Yep. Mountains or beach?”

“Mountains I guess. I’ve never been to the beach. Well, except for the beach on Lake Michigan but that doesn’t count.”

“You’ve never been to the beach?”

“No, not a lot of beaches in the midwest.”

“Pick a beach you’ve always wanted to go to and I’ll take you.”

“I can’t name any beaches off the top of my head.”

“Pick a country then.”

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