Page 82 of Break for Me

The shaky sigh came out of me another time when he was in all the way to the hilt and I swear the man growled right in my ear.

“That.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Sound.”

“God, J.”

My nails dug into the muscle across his back. Some terrifying inhuman noise came from him and he slowed his momentum to bury his face in the sensitive area between my neck and my shoulder.

“I’m trying real fucking hard to be easy with you right now,” he whispered once he’d raised back up to put his forehead against mine. “But you have no fucking idea what you’re doing to me, girl.”

“Maybe that’s how it feels to break for me.”

He stopped moving completely when he looked at me that time. And it felt like he was quiet for so long that I was terrified that I’d pissed him off.

“Jersey, I —.”

His hand covered my mouth to cut me off. Which was probably for the best, because I didn’t even know what I intended to say. Was I about to apologize to him for nothing? Tell him I never wanted him to stop? Beg him to start moving again? Ask him to never leave me alone in this nightmare world?

Being silenced was definitely the better route.

“You know you talk too much?” He asked.

I nodded my head in agreement under his hand. And God, he was entirely breathtaking when he smiled. I nearly forgot the man was supposed to be fucking me right then with the way that he was looking at me. He released my face just take both my hands in his and raise them over my head until he was holding them against the mattress.

“How’s the leg feel?” He asked.

“I still can’t feel it.”

The wicked grin that flashed across his face was a startling change from the actual smile that was there just a second ago.

“I think I’d like to change my answer,” I said quickly. I gasped at his sudden powerful thrust and was a little surprised that he hadn’t managed to come right up through my throat.

“We’ve been through this before, baby. If it’s not Jersey or please, I don’t want to hear it.”

I felt ridiculous for wanting so badly to ask just then what his real name was, but he erased every other coherent thought in a matter of seconds when his thrusts turned punishing and desperate. He made quick work out of my next orgasm, but he didn’t so much as pause to breathe while it was happening. He fucked me right through it and then raised up to grab me by the hips to pull me into position. I screamed instantly when he put his thumb on my clit.

“Jersey, please,” I panted. “It’s too much.”

He swatted my hand away when I reached down to try to free my wildly overstimulated clit from his touch.

“It’s not,” was all he said. Like it was fucking up to him.

“Jersey!” I squealed when his thumb started to move in little circles. I had no control over my hips bucking against him.

“Keep fighting me and I’ll just start over, Fancy Face. I can do this all night.”

He added more pressure on my clit and I nearly blacked out on the spot.

“I hate you,” I hissed between my teeth.

He pinched my clit and stars exploded in front of my eyes while I screamed his name.

“I hate you too, baby,” he groaned back at me while his body shuddered in his own orgasm. He crashed down on top of me a second later, not bothering to hold any of his weight off me.

He felt like his body was made to fit on top of me this way; like every solid piece of him was meant to hold every curve of me. He chuckled quietly and I panicked big-fucking-time wondering if I’d managed to say that out loud without realizing it too. And rather than risk having to acknowledge it, when he raised up to look down at me, I slapped him right across his stupid cheek. He froze and glared at me like I’d lost my fucking mind for a few seconds. Then his tongue slid across the inside of his cheek and he broke out into the most perfect laugh I’d ever heard.

“The fucking lady balls on you,” he said in the middle of his laughing fit.

“Figured I’d better get it out of my system while I have that free pass.”

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