Page 70 of All Her Broken Pieces

“Your perfect cunt is so wet for me.” His praise lights me up as his hand slaps against me again, harder and against my clit. That’s all it takes for me to fall over the edge, exploding like a firework, each pulse and flutter a different color illuminating the night sky in my brain.

My mouth fails to form the words that are beating wildly in my chest.Yes. This feels right. You feel like you’re made for me. I want you. I might be falling for you.

“Fuck, I need to be inside of you right now.” His confession feels as urgent as the emotions swirling around my chest. The sound of his clothing hitting the floor is followed by the ripping of foil as he rolls on the condom.

Pulling my hips up and toward him, he thrusts into me in one quick movement.

“Fuuuck,” he groans as he starts pulsing slowly inside of me. “I forgot how good your pussy feels squeezing my cock. Fucking made for me.”

The stretch is as intense as the first time we were together, and I grip the blanket for leverage as my teeth bite the balled-up fabric, breathing through the delicious pain as it quickly morphs into an intense ecstasy.

His left hand digs into the flesh of my hip as he brings his right down over my ass, smacking it every time he pulls back.

For once, my mind is at ease and quiet. All thoughts and anxiety spirals are silent as Ethan continues moving over me, the slapping of his hips against my ass getting more intense.

“I need to fuck you hard,” he pants, no apology in his tone.

My response is a long moan of “Yyyeeeeeeee,” incapable of forming the “S” sound due to the hard pounding of the huge cock inside me fucking with my ability to form words and finish thoughts. I can only focus on Ethan and the immense pleasure he’s giving me.

Hands grab at my hips, and I’m turned on my side as he straddles my bottom leg, extending my top leg out at a right angle. His fingers push into the meat of my thigh, holding me in place, thrusting his hips up each time he’s fully seated. His movements are slower and more controlled but no less intense as another orgasm builds in my core.

Coming is my only focus as my eyes close and stars dot my vision. I topple over the precipice of pleasure, my release bursting through me like a river breaking through a dam.

“This. Cunt. Is. Fucking. Mine,” Ethan grunts out, thrusting on each word before he stills with a guttural groan, his release filling the condom. He collapses onto the bed next to me, twisting as he falls, pulling my leg onto him. Before I realize it, I’m on his chest, our heavy breaths syncing in a rhythm as we come down from the high of our simultaneous releases.

Neither one of us says anything for several minutes as we lie here holding each other. What we shared was intense, raw, emotional. His hands stroke up and down my back, lightly grazing the skin as goosebumps prickle my flesh. I feel the bed jostle briefly as he gets up to remove the condom before he returns and snuggles me in close.

The silence stretches between us, and my mind starts unraveling, trying to analyze what just happened and what it means.

Ethan must sense the shift in me, and his hands move up, stroking my hair as he whispers in my ear, “You did so fucking good, sweetheart.”

My brain is having trouble processing, still coming down from the high as he rolls me over, the side of my head landing on his bicep. He leans into me, placing gentle kisses on my lips, cheeks, and neck, while his reassuring words wash over me.

“You’re so goddamn incredible.”Kiss.

“So fucking strong, sweetheart.”Kiss.

“I’m so proud of you.”Kiss.

He continues his soft kisses before stilling and rubbing my cheek with his thumb as he holds my face in his hands. Gradually, my breathing evens out, and my thoughts become lucid again.

“Welcome back, hellcat. How are you feeling?”

“What just happened?” I croak, trying to process my feelings.

“You entered subspace. Have you ever engaged in a dom/sub dynamic before?”

“No. I’ve been spanked before, but that’s never happened.”

“Sometimes, your mind can disassociate from the pain your body feels. Your senses might feel heightened. Time might appear to slow down. Or speed up. You might feel extremely relaxed or blissed out.” He runs his fingers down my back and along the back of my thigh. “Does this hurt?”

“It feels a little tender.”

“Your skin is a little pink. I got pretty rough with you near the end. It might hurt a little to sit tomorrow. I’ll have to pick up some arnica cream for you.”

“I have some, actually.”

The smirk on his face is playful. “You do?”

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