Page 89 of Breaking Point

But I can’t find it in myself to give a damn.

My hands tug at his hair, and at the sound he makes, my head falls back. His lips travel down my jaw, leaving a path of hot kisses to my shoulder. When his lips brush my pulse there, I gasp.

His lips find mine again, this kiss punishing. Rough. Filled with need. His hands find my ass, and then he lifts me, hooking my legs around him. I draw back, my breath heavy. His muscles tense when I drag my fingertips down his neck, his eyes fluttering shut as his nose brushes mine. He nudges me to look at him, and I do. His eyes are so dark, so full of lust and want and emotion.

“If you want me to stop, I will, Princess. But I need you to tell me now.”

I don’t want you to stop. But a sudden wave of nervousness washes over me.

It’s been so long since I’ve been with someone that…

“I know what I want,” I tell him, still breathless. “It’s just… been a long time since…”

His laugh is barely a breath, but it’s the smile playing at his mouth that really does me in. “It’s been a long time for me too.” His next kiss is tender, as if savoring my taste, but he draws back once more. “Do you trust me?”

I nod, rolling my hips against him. “I’ve always wondered if you were the respectful, gentlemanly type.”

“Take off your clothes.” His breath skims my neck as he drops me down, hands at my waist. “Because I’m going to fuck you with nothing but disrespect.”

I tremble at the words, backing up until my knees hit the mattress. Only then do I reach for my shirt, tugging it off and letting it drop. My shorts are next.

“Fuck, Liv,” he husks, eyes tracing every curve, every line, every muscle. My cheeks burn at the obvious effect I haveon him. “Don’t,” he says as I reach for the lacy thong I’m wearing.

I pause, and his hands find the bow in my hair. He tugs gently until the silk comes free. My hair tumbles down. “Turn around and bend over for me.”

Slowly, I do as I’m told even though my heart races. I bend over the edge of the bed, bracing my hands against the mattress. When I feel his hand tugging my hair over my shoulders, I nearly jump. But I relax into his touch, biting back a moan as his hands travel down the curve of my back. Then my ass.

His touch disappears.

“Face down. Give me your hands,” his voice is strained.

Mindlessly, I listen. He grabs my wrists, using my ribbon to bind them together. Not tight enough to hurt but tight enough to make me buck when his fingers dip beneath the band of my panties and tug.

“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to touch you?” he says, dragging the lace down my thighs. “To taste you?” He kneels, and I gasp when I feel his breath against my pussy. I hate that I’m already weeping and trembling for his touch. “Can you be a good girl and stay still?” he asks, and before I can answer, he buries his face between my legs.

I cry out as his tongue finds my slit, licking and teasing. My hands pull against the binding.

“Crew-“ I gasp, but he silences me with another sweep of his tongue.

Arousal builds inside me, my skin on fire, my breath coming out in gasps. He palms my ass, spreading my thighs wider and feasting on me, and I nearly come apart as I press into the mattress.

“Please.” I gasp when I feel his tongue stroke over my clit, sending a wave of pleasure through me. “Crew…” My voicefalls off as his tongue delves deeper, teasing a spot I never knew was possible.

But he draws back, pressing a kiss to my thigh as his breath fans my legs. “Do you want me to stop?” I shake my head as he presses another kiss to the opposite thigh. “What do you want?”

You, I want to cry as he presses another kiss along the curve of my ass. Then another and another, tracing up until he kisses the small of my back, my spine.

His voice is low, gruff at my waist, the sound going straight between my legs. “Use your words, Princess.”

“I want you to quit teasing me,” I huff, the frustration in my voice clear now.

His satisfied chuckle is like velvet, and I swear, I flush at the sound. It’s a little teasing, a lot sexy, and all satisfied.

“I’ve waited too long not to take my time with you,” he says, and then I feel his thumb trace the line of my bra, snapping it against my skin gently. “On your back.” I feel him untie the silk, releasing my arms.

Breathless, I sit up, watching as his eyes drink in every inch of me. Up to my long blonde hair, my eyes, my tits covered in a thin layer of lace. Down to my pussy, still wet and aching from his tongue. He gnaws at his lip before finally meeting my eye again.

“Take off your bra. Then give me your hands.”

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