Page 63 of Little Broken Pieces

“What, Angel?”

“Fuck me hard.”

“Oh, I plan to.” I stick the fingers I had in her pussy into her mouth and she cleans them up nicely, sucking our mess into her warm mouth. I grab her by the back of the neck and fuck her like she wants me to. Hard, fast, and deep. Her moans are proof of her pleasure. Her pussy clamping around my cock is a sign she's close. And I keep going, a second wave of energy hitting me, even though I haven't slept a wink. I am an addict and she is my drug.

I slap her ass and she yelps.

“Fuckkk, yesss, Kohen.” The soft gleam of sweat covering her body is fucking beautiful. How much more obsessed can I become with her?

“I'm coming,” she screams. “Don’t stop.”

Wasn't planning on it.

Just then, I feel a gush of liquid release from her pussy. It’s like my cock gets the message and I come right along with her. I release her and her face drops to the seat, her luscious ass in the air as my cock still sits inside her while I finish filling her glorious pussy up for the second time tonight. She bounces herself gently on it, milking me as I come. I slap her ass again and she jumps a little at the contact.

“Damn, Angel, your pussy is fucking magical.”

She smiles. “I’m sorry about your seat. That's never happened before.”

I lean in to kiss her cheek. “Don't apologize, baby, that was a fucking honor. Besides, I'll just get it detailed later this week.”

We adjust ourselves in the backseat and I give her my t-shirt to wear since I tore what she was wearing in half. She hasn’t spoken at all, and I wonder if I should say something first, but I wait. The key to this woman is patience.

She slips into my shirt and I pull my boxers up my thighs. I see her inhale my scent from it out of the corner of my eye. Why is she acting so shy now? How can the confident sexy girl I have started to get to know also be so shy and quiet? Such an oxymoron yet here she sits.

“You okay, Angel?” I see the little smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She loves it when I ask her that, this I know for sure.

“Yeah, Kohen. I’m fine.”

“Okay, I’m just making sure since you're being awfully quiet. Did I hurt you?”

She scoffs. “Don't flatter yourself.” We burst out in laughter.

“I just meant like…I wasn’t too rough?”

She tucks her hair behind her ear and looks up at me through her dark lashes. “No, I… loved it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” she confirms, biting her lip.

“Okay, stop looking at me like that or we will end up in round three.”

“No, we need a shower.”

“I’m so fucking tired,” I admit. “What time is it?”

“Will you stay?” she spits out.

“You want me to stay?” I’m surprised but in a good way. I would love to fucking stay.

“Yeah, I mean if you want to, if you don't it's fine. I’ll see you whenever.”

I bend down to kiss her gently on the lips and whisper, “I would love to fucking stay.”

She kisses me back and whispers, “Okay good, I want you to.”

There is vulnerability. And even though it's small, it feels like a win.

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