Page 39 of Break for Me

I lowered my chest down against her back to talk into her ear.

“Open your fucking legs. Or I’ll do it for you.”

“You. Can. Fucking. Wait.”

I chuckled and reached around her with one hand to grab her neck and lift her head off the bed until her face was right next to mine. I forced the other hand between her and the bed to take her clit between my thumb and index finger. I squeezed it gently at first until she tried to make a noise, but it didn’t do much good with me holding her throat the way that I was.

“Let me back in, baby.”

When she didn’t move, I squeezed her clit a little harder. She started to shift her legs almost instantly so I released her neck. She gasped in a deep breath and I raised off of her again so she could move her legs. I placed my hand on her lower back so she wouldn’t try to get up on her knees.

“Stay down.”

“You’re a fucking asshole,” she hissed.

“Keep calling me that, Triss, and I’ll put my dick in yours.”

I had yet to encounter a woman who genuinely enjoyed anal from a cock the size of mine. The way that she stopped breathing very much confirmed that she wanted no part of that right now. I was slamming back into her a second later. I grabbed her wrists to hold them against her lower back with both my hands, supporting my own weight there too. Being able to watch her perfectly round ass bounce with each thrust was just as fucking unfair as it had been having to watch her breasts.

Who fucking made women this perfect?

She had to be the only one.

I paused just long enough to grab her hips and raise her up to her knees. She raised herself up to her elbows as soon as I’d done it and was pushing herself back into me before I’d even started thrusting.

Someone had a favorite position.

I hated myself for dragging my hand across the full length of her spine from her neck down between the two dimples in her lower back just to find out what every curve felt like, but I couldn’t have stopped myself from doing it if I’d had a gun to my nuts. The way that she sighed while I did it damn near scared me so I started pumping into her to shift my focus somewhere else. She pushed back into me harder to meet me at every thrust and every fucking move that my hips made was rewarded with the tiniest moan from her mouth. I let go of one hip to reach under her and put my middle finger to work circling her clit again.

“Fuck, Jersey.”

Breathtaking.

Her little moans turned to little whimpers.

“Harder.”

I wasn’t usually much for being told what to do. I preferred to be the one doing the telling.

“Please, Jersey. More.”

Well. That fucking settled that.

I nearly fucked her right through that mattress. How the bed frame survived was baffling. She came undone with enough force and enough noise to send me crashing right over that ledge with her, and I pushed her flat to the bed beneath me when there was nothing left of me for her to take.

I couldn’t recall another moment when I’d ever been more tired in my life.

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TRISTA

Fuck.

So much for never begging a man.

It’d been a while since I’d been properly hate-fucked. Really though, now that I was thinking about it, I didn’t know if I could say I’d ever been hate-fucked quite like what Jersey just did.

I was at least thankful that it ended this way, where I couldn’t see his face. Being able to feel his heart pounding like mad against my back was too much as it was. And the fact that I’d even considered how it might feel to just stay this way and fall asleep right here beneath him was fucking ludicrous.

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