Page 93 of Breaking Point

Her hands find my shirt. She tugs up, breaking away long enough to tug it overhead.

And then I’m kissing her again, tugging her lip between my teeth. Her nails drag down my chest, scraping hard enough to leave a mark. And this time, it’s my turn to break away, resting my forehead against hers.

“I shouldn’t like that as much as I do,” I admit, loving that when her hands find my jeans, she’s tugging at them too. “Liv,” I say, watching her beautiful fucking hands reaching down. “Slow down,” I breathe, and when she freezes, I know I’ve said the wrong thing. But I kiss her hesitation away. “Ineed you to slow down. I’m going to cum, and I’m not even inside you yet.”

I take control, stepping out of my jeans and dragging my boxers down as I tug her shorts off. She hooks her ankle around my hips and grinds into me again. This time, I can feel how wet she is, and my self-restraint snaps. She gasps as I rip the shred of lace covering her.

“That was expensive,” she mumbles.

“I’ll buy you more,” I mutter, tugging off her shirt.

If she asked me to, I’d buy her any damn thing she wants.

Her skin is so soft beneath my hands, and I love the little sound she makes when my thumbs brush her nipples. I can’t help myself from lifting her. There’s not an inch of space between us now, and I reach into my jeans for a condom. I roll it on as she wraps her arms around my neck. I gaze at her as I line myself up at her entrance. Her eyes flutter shut as I push into her, and I groan at the feeling.

“Fuck, Princess.”

I lift her just an inch before lowering her down again. Then I coax us into a rhythm that has us both groaning. Shegrips my shoulders tighter, nails digging in as she rides me. She braces herself against the counter, finding a tantalizing rhythm of her own that has me biting my lip just to keep from exploding.

“Oh my god,” she gasps against my neck.

My lips curve into a smile when I feel her legs trembling with every stroke. I know that she’s already close.Hell, if that doesn’t fill my chest with pride. It only spurs me on, gripping her thighs harder and capturing her lips with my own.

I love that as soon as I’m kissing her, she’s sighing into me. A sound of perfect contentment- one I could listen to for the rest of my life if she let me. Just the thought has me fucking her harder, kissing her until every last sound is mine.

I change positions so that one of my arms is holding her up. I use the other to reach between us and stroke her clit. She jumps at the touch, head falling back as I circle her sweet pussy with my thumb.

She moans, “Crew, I’m…”

I kiss her again, loving how she tastes, how she fucks, how her nails dig into my shoulders harder. She’s crying out, her orgasm tearing through her wave after wave.

Even when she’s coming down and opening her eyes again, I only let her draw back enough to say the words, “Bend me over.” I pull back to look at her properly, and she juts her chin toward the couch. “Take me to the couch, bend me over, and fuck me,” she says, voice low and sultry. I’m already too weak a man to resist her. Her words have me obeying instantly.

I hoist her into both arms and walk us to the couch in the living room. She hops down, but as soon as her feet hit the ground, I grab her hand, tugging her back.

“Right here,” I tell her, and before she has a moment to object, I push her against the back of the couch.

She bends at the waist, toes barely touching the floor and arms braced against the front of the cushion as she spreads for me.

I thrust into her hard. She cries out, still so fucking tight around me, and I curse because I’m already so close. My pace is slow, controlled at first. But I can hear her sweet gasps, and I know that she can give me more.

“You look so pretty like this,” I tell her, and at the sight of my cock burying inside her, I slow even further, giving her every inch at an excruciating pace. One of my hands stays rooted at her hip while the other finds her clit again.

“I don’t- I don’t think I-“ She moans again, hands fisting the couch as I fill her to the brim, pinching her clit at the same time. “That feels so good,” she cries, and when I hear her moans growing louder, I know she’s going to come again.

This time, I come with her. For a moment, I’m seeing stars, coming so hard it’s like the wind’s been knocked from my chest. She reaches back, squeezing my hand as she rides out her high. Our breaths are heavy as the world fades back into focus.

And shit, she’s so fucking pretty with her hair mused. I pull out, disposing of the condom before walking back. Her eyes are still dazed, and I kiss the small smile on her lips as I brush the hair from her eyes.

“I’ve never…” She shakes her head, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. “No one’s ever made me cum before.”

I laugh. “Twice, you mean?”

“No,” she corrects. “At all. You…” A beautiful smile forms on her mouth, but she shakes her head again, thought forgotten. While I want more than anything to ask her about it, to talk and spend the rest of the night supplying her with orgasms and endless sex, I spot the moment a switch in her flips.

Her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “You can’t keep me up all night. We have to drive back tomorrow.”

This was bound to happen, but I don’t know why it stings so much that she pulls away from me. Reality comes hurtling back, and the fact that we’re leaving tomorrow hangs over us by a thread.

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