Page 59 of Broken Rock

Chloe gasps as Tate slowly pushes into her, stretching her until his full length is buried deep inside. She closes her eyes as he rolls his hips, his piercing rubbing against all the right places as he moves.

‘Don’t you dare close your eyes. Look at me.’

She looks up at him, at his broad chest, at the colourful ink on his skin shifting as he moves. The sight of his thick shaft sliding out then pushing deep inside her again is nearly enough to send her over the edge.

‘Oh God, Tate.’ He slows his movements, and she moans, ‘Don’t stop.’

‘I’m only getting started.’

Tate kisses her, matching the movements of his tongue with his hips, moving in and out tortuously slow. He’s driving her crazy. He’s doing everything to keep her on the brink of breaking. She doesn’t know how long he keeps it up for. All she knows is that every nerve ending in her body is on fire.

He’s too much for her. Whatever he’s doing with his hips each time he pushes in and out of her is making thought difficult. But she knows one thing - she absolutely wants him to stop torturing her. She digs her fingers into his ass, trying unsuccessfully to get him to move faster. Each thrust of his hips is slow, deep, and so good.

Tate props himself up on one elbow, and grips her thigh with his other hand, spreading her, filling her impossibly deeper. He pulls out then rams in again, deeper and harder than before.

She opens her eyes to find him staring down at her. His dark hair is tousled and the look in his eyes is one of pure dominance.

‘Please, Tate.’

‘Please what? Tell me what you want.’ His deep voice is gruff and commanding.

‘Stop teasing me. Please.’

He withdraws then drives into her again. ‘You want to come, Chloe?’

She writhes under him, but he’s not letting her have what she wants. Not yet. ‘Please, Tate. I want you to go harder.’

Tate thrusts into her, driving the air from her lungs. Her fingernails dig into his forearms as she tries to ground herself, but he’s relentless. His body tenses as he gets close to orgasm and the sight does nothing to calm her.

‘I want you to hear you scream my name when you come all over my cock.’

Then he slips his hand between them, sliding a finger to either side of her clit. He squeezes gently as he moves them back and forth massaging her clit as he thrusts into her.

‘Now, Chloe.’ He squeezes his fingers together and pinches her clit. Chloe comes apart, screaming his name. The orgasm hits so hard she claws at the rug as the sensations take over every inch of her body. Tate holds her in place, keeping her exactly where he wants her. His fingers continue working her, drawing it out, leaving her lost in the intense pleasure.

∞

Tate locks his arms keep himself from squashing her as the tremors work through his body. He didn’t last long after she screamed. When she arched her back off the floor and her pussy squeezed his dick he was a goner. It was without a doubt the most intense orgasm he’s ever had.

‘You okay?’ he gasps.

‘No, but in the best possible way.’

He laughs, rolls off her and flops onto his back with his arm over his face. ‘Where the hell did that come from?’

‘I have no idea but it was nice.’

He props himself up on his elbow and looks down at her. ‘I’m sorry, it was nice?’

She opens one eye and smiles up at him. ‘Very nice. I’m well and truly fucked.’

Tate laughs and lies back on the rug. ‘I’m really hoping you didn’t find that black underwear in my bathroom.’

She rolls over and lies on his chest. ‘I thought I’d plan for all eventualities. When I took your bowl off your lap I realised we may have been on the same track.’

‘I was kind of hoping you didn’t notice.’

‘A cushion, Tate. Not exactly subtle.’ She looks down at his groin and smiles. ‘No cushion was going to hide that.’

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