Page 17 of Breakaway

“You’re big everywhere,” she breathed, reaching for him. Her small pale hand on his flushed cock looked hot, and it felt so fucking good. She stroked him up and down, studying him with avid eyes, and when she licked her lips, he groaned and lifted his hips, pushing deeper into her hand.

He wanted to flip her over and strip the black lace off her body, but once again he hesitated. Sure, she knew martial arts, but shewas still tiny and he was still big and heavy. So he slowly sat up and gently moved her off him.

She frowned at him as he laid her down on the gold duvet, her skin glowing in the lamplight. He stroked a hand over one curved hip, trailed a finger between her breasts, down the groove of her abdomen to her navel.

“Jase.”

“What?”

“You’re still holding back.”

His forehead tightened. “What do you mean?’

“I mean…” She sat up. “You don’t have to be gentle with me.”

“But…”

She cupped his face with one hand and looked deep into his eyes. “I need more than that.” She held his gaze for several thumping heartbeats.

“What are you…you mean…?”

She nodded meaningfully. Hell, he couldn’t be rough with her. She was a little doll.

“If you won’t do it to me…” She lowered her lashes. “I’ll have to do it to you.”

He felt his eyes widen. His lips parted. His dick lurched. But as much as a turn-on as it was to have a woman threatening to dominate him, it wasn’t going to happen.

She raised an arm and flexed it. “Look. I have muscles.”

He turned his gaze to her biceps. His lips lifted. “Yes. Yes, you do.” Tiny, but her little arm had a defined bulge. “Wanna arm wrestle, baby?”

She grinned. “What do I get if I win?”

“You get to fuck me.”

“Mmmm.” He moved over her and she lay back down on the bed and slid her arms around him. “What do I get if I lose?”

“I get to fuckyou.”

“How about we just skip the arm wrestling and get right to the fucking?”

Holy shit, she was so hot she was making him sweat. “Sounds like a plan.”

He had to see those tits, taste them, feel them, so he slid a hand behind her back and flicked open the strapless bra, then grabbed it with his teeth between her breasts and dragged it off her body.

He tossed it aside and she made a noise low in her throat. He gazed down at her. Her breasts were perfect—round and sweet and soft on her chest, lying there beneath him. He filled one hand, and yes, it filled his hand. Who needed more than that? He liked breasts, any kind of breasts, but he’d never gotten the attraction of enormous boobs. For him, it was all about the feel, the softness, the round shape, the way the nipple puckered and tightened and begged to be sucked.

His mouth watered. Pretty pink nipples all tight and hard. He bent his head and kissed the tight tip, ran his tongue over the bumpy texture and sucked it into his mouth. Sweet and hard, he suckled at it, cupping the other breast, the nipple poking his palm, then he switched and tasted the other one.

Fuck. He was so hard he was going to burst. He groaned.

Remi writhed beneath him. “Harder,” she whispered. He paused, resumed his sucking with more force and then he scraped his teeth over her nipple and she cried out. Her hands fisted in his hair and tugged —Jesus, that sent sparks shooting straight to his dick—and he did it again and again. Her body shook and shuddered, hips lifting and electricity sizzled over his skin.

“Christ, Remi.”

The way she responded to him, like he was the hottest guy on the planet, sent his arousal zooming into the stratosphere. A fiery wave of heat cascaded over him, all his blood rushing to his cock and leaving him light-headed. His balls drew up so hard against his body he feared they might never come down. He had to be inside her, fucking her, now.

Remi trembled and shivered and shuddered with the need to come, arching against Jase, her arms wrapped around him as tight as she could hold on. Her legs lifted and he fitted himself between them, his cock hot and hard against her belly. She moaned.

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