Page 76 of Their Broken Legend

Then he pulls back, his eyes near pitch-black, consumed with lust. “I don’t want to ask. But I will this time. Just this time.” He is barely controlling himself. “Nod your head, Kaya. Say, I can keep you.”

And I know what he’s really asking—if I choose him… I can’t sell my virginity to a stranger. Can’t be with anyone else. Not now. Not that my world has narrowed to him. Tomorrow, before I go to see dad, I’ll have Kenno cancel the sale, and I’ll find another way to get Dad out on bail.

There has to be another way.

I gaze at Xander. Am I ready? Will it hurt? With the piercings… And he’s diabolic like this—his lips are a wicked curve that glisten from my orgasm, his arm muscles twitch with enjoyment as his hand strokes his length.

He’s magnificent in his animal allure, wanting to take me without consent, wanting to demand I be his, mixed with the charming boy-next-door that feels everything so intensely.

Xander Butcher: the contronym.

My pussy clenches and I nod.

He closes his eyes, holding them like that for a moment, and when he opens them again, their deep blue depths are ready to devour me.

“It’ll be okay, Baby,” he says, his voice tight and raspy. I pant fast and shallow as he slides me to the edge of the machine. My legs lock around his thighs, and he drags my knickers to the side further, notching his cock against me. “I’ll fuck you slowly.” The thick crown of his cock slides heavily an inch inside me.

I open my mouth wide, gasping at the weight of it, at the stretch. He buries his face in my shoulder and grips my thighs, his fingers biting at my flesh, making little divots.

He growls, “Kaya,” as he forces me to take him. To take each inch, the piercings sliding in, one, two, three, the entire long length of him filling me until I can barely breathe.

“Xan— Xan— der.”

“You’ll stretch, Baby.” He groans. “Oh,Fuck.You’re tight. So fucking tight you’re goddamn choking me.”

“It’s hard to breathe, Xander.”

“Steady, Baby,” he pants. “Big breaths for me.”

I inhale hard, my pussy rippling with each draw of air.

“Oh, fuck. You’re strong, Woman. I won’t move until you’re ready.”

I clutch the blades of muscles at his sides that shake under his effort to hold still. The wide crest of his erection is deep, in the perfect place, the silver bars touching nerves I didn’t know existed, and like he said, he doesn’t move any more. Still. Breathing fierce heat. Stretching me.

I feel stuffed and unsure. “Do I— Do,” I stammer. “Should I do something? Should I move?”

His eyes bat heavily. “Fuck.”

Nerves get the better of me. “Are you okay? Are you sure I feel good?”

"Dammit, woman. Just—" He covers my mouth. "Stop talking. I just want to stay inside you like this. I just want to feel you like this for a little longer. Cause you feel so fucking good. You smell so ripe. And as soon as I pull out, your first time will be over. And I just want to savour it. I want this moment for me ‘cause it is the first time I've been inside you.”

The washing machine suddenly picks up pace. Lowering his hand, he leans back. I can’t keep my mind on one sensation. The way he is pulsing inside me, his cock wanting to move, to thrust, beckoning him and me.

He holds my thigh in place while a hand slides up my tightening stomach, between the valley of my breasts, to possess my throat, as he gazes at his hips touching my pelvis.

A throaty cry leaves me when he draws out, his eyes trained low, observing the slow exposure of every inch, his cock and the ladder of piercing, before pushing back in, sheathing the entire length again.

Testing.

My head falls back.

“Fuck,” he pants, and starts to move, in and out, the beat of his hips, the shuddering from the machine, forcing my eyes shut with the devastating stimulation. “Open your eyes. Don’t miss this. Look at your body swallowing me, Kaya. See that.” I open my eyes to his dark and worshipful. “Your lips take every inch, suck me in deep. Made for me.”

I don’t know what to say; my mind is everywhere. My skin is wet, my breasts heavy and bouncing, my nipples little bullets on top,aching.

Unwavering, he studies the action as he rolls, skilled and rhythmic, working his cock in and out of me, perfectly timed and outright indecent.

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