Page 33 of Broken

Her breasts are framed beautifully in my hand when I spread my fingers across her ribcage.

She’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Julia is so fucking lovely with her head thrown back and her eyes closed. All of her reservations are gone. All of her worries, and fears. The weight of the world that lays heavy on her shoulders is left outside on the patio.

The only concern we have between us is how many times I can bring my wife to completion before I follow her myself.

After tonight, who knows when we’ll feel this at peace again.

“Gods, Justin.”

The way she says my name. It inflames me.

It’s like a sigh. Or a prayer. Or maybe a thank you for a prayer answered. I can forget about everything else when Julia says my name like that.

I can’t decide where to touch her, and so touch her as much as I can in as many places as possible. As her hips lift and my cock slips from her warmth, I fill my palms with her breasts. Spread my hands around her rib cage and feel her lungs expand with life.

When she lowers herself to take my length as deep inside her as possible, I grab her hips and force her down. Bruise my fingerprints into her ass cheeks. I hate being separated from her. It causes me physical pain. But every time she’s away from me, I want her to feel where I was inside her the night before.

She’s covered in my markings, if anyone dares to look. Of course, if they tried, I’d kill them, so it would be the last thing they’d ever see. My marks are on her hip, and her breast, and her thigh. The crevice between her legs has a perfect impression of my teeth, because my girl is no wilting flower, and she likes it rough as often as she wants me worshipping at her feet.

The sounds of our lovemaking fill every corner of the room. Her sighs and her hisses. The smacking and sucking of my lips against her chest and collarbones and shoulders. The slapping of skin against skin when she tightens her legs around my hips and speeds up her motions.

“Slow,” I hiss, grabbing her hips and decreasing her rhythm. “Slow down, love. We’ve got time.”

Her walls flutter and contract around my prick, and she whines my name in a glorious broken sound that makes my stomach muscles clench with need. She’s so close. Her body is trembling in need. She’s so close to the edge I could push her over with little more than a hard puff of air.

But I’m not ready for this to be over yet.

Another thing she’s right about. I’m never ready for it to be over. I’d stay like this forever if we could.

“You have the most beautiful cunt,” I mumble against her breast as I slip my fingers against her clit. She jerks like I electrified her, and her walls clench against my length. I lean back some and stare down the lines of our bodies until I can see her wetness clinging to her curls and the way my dick disappears between her fat and swollen lips.

“Justin,” she whines, and Jesus, how my name on her lips ignites me. “What are you doing to me?”

Julia grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls, dragging a hiss from my lips. My back bows and my neck arches, and my chin tilts up until I’m looking into her eyes.

I’m inches taller than her, but when she’s riding my cock like this, she towers a full head over me.

“Making love to my wife, as she requested.”

“Gods, Justin,” she says on a breath of air before bringing her lips to mine. That beautiful fucking mouth that says the filthiest things that nobody gets to hear but me. If the others knew the way she swore when I was buried balls deep inside her, they’d fall over from shock.

Her kisses have deteriorated to that place I love them best. Wet and messy and lewd. She thrusts her tongue into my mouth and kisses me with the determination of a dog searching for treasure.

I pin her to me with an arm around her back and the other on her hips so she can’t raise her hips any higher than they currently are. Instead, she rotates them in a circle, looking for the friction to send her over the edge.

“Slow,” I breathe against her lips, and Julia whines in a broken, desperate way.

I pull her bottom lip down with my thumb and she sucks it into her mouth. Her tongue twirls around the digit, and she scrapes her teeth against me. Against my wishes, my hips snap up to meet hers, and Julia keens at the impact.

“That’s cheating,” I chastise her as her hips speed up again. I grip her hips in both of my hands, spreading her spit over one, and slow her motions to a heavy drag of my dick inside her body. She squeezes me as tight as she can, her body going rigid and then limp as I force her to take me at my pace.

“Then stop tormenting me,” Jules pleads. Her eyes are closed, and her hands are holding the back of my head as her hips twirl in little circles. Keeping a firm grip on the meat of her side, her pussy moving up and down my length, tight and warm and deliciously lazy, I move my other hand back between us, searching out her pleasure.

Her fat little bud is so swollen and hot. I don’t flick it fast and hard like she wants me to. I shove my thumb back into her mouth and let her suck on me for a moment, and once she releases it, press it against her clit. Slow and soft, I run my thumb over the bundle of nerves. I capture her lips in a kiss and coax my name from her lips as her body starts to tremble.

Julia moans, deep and guttural, as her orgasm washes through her. It feels like a pane of glass that shatters but doesn’t scatter to the floor. Like a bulletproof window from the movies, she cracks and splits, lightning bolts of frisson shooting out in every direction, but her pieces never fully break. They never spread across the floor in an ocean of spilt fragments. I can follow every arc of her orgasm when she quietly comes apart atop me.

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