Page 58 of Breakaway Hearts

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “Mercy.”

The last word has a rough edge to it, and if my mouth weren’t otherwise occupied, I’d be smirking up at him right now.

It hits me in a rush that I’menjoyingthis. Not just because I want to learn or because I feel some sort of obligation to repay him for all the orgasms he gave me. But just for the act itself. I like the feel of his cock between my lips, the musky, masculine scent of his arousal filling my nostrils. I like the sounds he makes, and the way his voice seems almost wrecked when he speaks.

And most of all, I like that it’s all because of me.

I’mdoing this to him.

That thought only spurs me on to try harder, and I start to work him with my mouth again, paying attention to every small signal he gives me as I try to figure out what he likes best. My free hand is resting on his hip, and I can feel the flex of his muscles as he starts to thrust into my mouth a little, meeting me halfway each time I bob my head. His breaths are coming in harsh pants now, and I can feel his fingers contracting and loosening around my hair.

Every time he tightens his grip, the sting in my scalp sends sparks dancing down my spine, making heat build in my core. My clit, already so sensitive and overworked from everything that happened earlier, is throbbing as if it’s got a second pulse, and my thighs are clenched so tightly that the muscles ache.

I pull back after a while, almost as breathless as Reese is. His cock is wet and shiny, the crown so dark it’s almost purple, and I keep my hand wrapped around his base as I look up at him.

“Fuck my face,” I breathe.

He blinks, a flash of heat burning in his eyes before he furrows his brow a little. “Callie, you don’t have to—”

“I know.” I nod, feeling my pulse in my throat. “But I want to. There was a reason I texted all of those things to you that day. It’s because… I want it. I want to know what it’s like. And I trust you. Please.”

His shoulders shudder as he lets out a long breath. His other hand drops downward too, his large palms cradling my head.

“You won’t be able to use your safe word,” he warns.

“I can use some other signal.”

His throat muscles contract as he swallows. “Pinch my thigh if you want me to stop, okay?”

I nod, a fresh gush of wetness soaking my panties.God, at this rate, I won’t have a single dry pair left.

Reese keeps his grip on my head, bringing me a little closer to his crotch so that the tip of his cock bumps against my lips. I take him into my mouth again, wrapping my lips around his shaft.

His thumbs massage my jaw gently. “Open a little wider for me. Let me in. I’ll start slow, but if I go too deep, remember the signal.”

I make a noise of assent, and he must feel the vibrations, because his hips pulse forward. He starts to thrust in and out of my mouth, his cock sliding over my tongue as he holds my head right where he wants it. I unwrap my hand from around his shaft and grab on to his other hip, steadying myself as I let him use me.

And all the while, I keep my gaze locked on his face.

I don’t think I could look away if I tried.

There’s something about the way his features tighten, about the way he sets his teeth together, the little line that appears between his brows—he looks almost brutally handsome like this, so different from his usual charming expression.

My jaw aches a little, but I do my best to keep it loose and relaxed, my lips wrapped around him as he slides in and out. He goes deeper on the next thrust, hitting the back of my throat, and my pulse jumps as my gag reflex almost kicks in. But I breathe through my nostrils, sliding my hands around so that I’m clutching his ass instead of his hips. The muscles are hard and defined, and I can feel them flexing beneath my touch every time he drives his hips forward.

I keep breathing as adrenaline and arousal both spike inside me, digging my fingers into his ass in a silent signal that he should keep going.

“Fuck. Ohfuck.”

His head tips back a little, his chest rising and falling beneath his button down shirt. I suddenly wish I’d taken the time to get that off too before I started doing this.

I want to see more of him. I want to seeallof him.

“That’s just about half,” he rasps as he presses in again. “Can you take more? I want to see you fucking swallow my cock.”

Holy shit. Only half?

I should’ve known Reese was a dirty talker, but somehow, I wasn’t prepared for the effect his words would have on me. Every time he speaks, he makes me feel like a filthy princess, and I love it.

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