Page 26 of Breaking Bristol

The batteries to the Game Boy died, and we were laying on the blankets side by side, our mouths fused, greedy hands exploring. I don’t remember who started it, but we either had to stop or get naked because I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Bristol.” I pulled my head back and looked into her eyes. “What do you want?”

“More.”

“How much more?” I growled.

She was panting, her legs entwined with mine, hips still slowly moving, the heat of her rubbing against my thigh. “I don’t know… just more. Please.”

“All right, baby. Arms up.” I pulled her hoodie off, then the long-sleeved shirt and the tank top. “Finally,” I muttered with a smirk as I stroked her pert nipple over her black bra.

“God.” She arched into me, and I undid the clasp, then pushed her over to her back, the pain in my finger a thing of the past.

She peered up at me, and I toyed with the material between her breasts, her legs moving restlessly. “If you want me to stop at any time, just tell me, okay? No matter how far it goes.”

“Fine. Please just make me come, Matthew.”

Nobody called me Matthew. But I fucking loved hearing my name roll off her tongue.

I yanked her bra off and struggled a bit while getting her layers of pants off, seeing as my fingers were splinted together. But I did it. Nothing would stop me from getting her naked. I stared down at her exquisite figure in awe. “You’re perfect, Bristol.” I ran my finger across the top of her foot. “Such cute little feet.” Then up her legs. “You’re toned but still have something for me to hold on to,” I emphasized when I grabbed her inner thigh. “Fuck, I love that.”

“Show me how much,” she pleaded.

“Patience.” I pulled off my Henley, and her hands went to my belt. She got it started, but I stood so I could finish it. Once my jeans were off, I pushed down my boxer briefs and couldn’t hold back the groan at freeing my aching cock.

“Oh my God.” She sat up on her elbows and peered up at me, and I looked down at her spread out before me like a wanton angel. So fucking gorgeous.

I gripped my shaft, pumping a few times to take the edge off. Precum was already seeping out, and I smoothed it over my cockhead and squeezed as I lowered myself to straddle her. “I’m not gonna fuck you right now, but I am gonna make you come. A lot.”

“Okay.” She pushed her hips up greedily, and her pussy grazed the underside of my dick.

I leaned over and kissed her, this time rough and desperate. She told me what she needed, and I wanted to give it to her just as she asked. Fast, slow, hard, soft, anything she desired would be hers.

Not all my fingers were broken, so I used the good ones to pluck and pinch her nipples. She was writhing beneath me, and I slid my hand between us and thrust two fingers inside her wet heat. “Fuck…” She trembled beneath my touch as I manipulated her clit with my thumb, and she moaned as she came.

“Gotta taste that.” I pushed her thighs apart and spread her open, seeing her walls still clenching in orgasm. “Damn, that’s a pretty pussy.” I dropped my head and licked her from ass to clit and then sucked that little bundle of nerves in my mouth relentlessly.

“Matthew, God!”

I fingered her fast and hard, and kept at it while she was coming. Nothing had ever been better, sweeter, or more sexy. My dick was throbbing, and it wouldn’t have surprised me if I’d have come from just eating her out. It was that good. She came again, and I slowly caressed her until the tremors lessened, my back breaking out in sweat and my balls tightening to the point of pain. “That was embarrassingly quick,” she whispered.

My middle finger stayed inside her, gently circling the sensitive opening between her lower lips, keeping her wet with just a little tease. “It was, but it was also hot. Sexy. Beautiful.” I raised my eyes to meet hers. “I could think of a thousand different adjectives, but embarrassing wouldn’t be one of them.”

“Do you have a condom?”

My eyebrows shot up. “I feel like this is a trick question.”

“It’s not. Because if you do, I want you to fuck me, but if you don’t, then I’ll blow you.”

My dick heard that loud and clear, twitching painfully. “You don’t have to do anything for me.” I sat up and had to stroke myself.

“I want to.”

“You were right, it wasn’t embarrassing, but it was quick. I need to take my time making you come some more.”

“Can I sit on your face?”

A desperate groan slid out of my throat. “Fuck, Bristol.”

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