Page 32 of Breakaway Daddies

“Swear on my lizards,” she says, raising two fingers in a playful oath.

The mental image of Jack, tall and always so composed, tangled up with some poor, unsuspecting coach leaves me grinning from ear to ear. Jinx watches my reaction, a pleased little smirk playing on her lips.

She leans against the counter, crossing her arms casually, the buttery fabric of her sweater bunching at her elbows.

“My point is, I care about all of you, but I don’t think we need to stress so much about what this is. Labels, definitions, explanations… they don’t really matter as long as we’re happy, right?”

I hesitate. Part of me wants to argue, to insist that some things need definition, clarity. But another part of me—the part that’s been anxiously grappling with how fast everything is moving—wonders if maybe she’s onto something.

Maybe, for once, I just need to let go.

Standing with her in the dark office, the clatter of my anxiety fades away, leaving just the two of us.

I pull her into my arms, our lips meeting in a gentle, sensual kiss that speaks of more than just lust; it holds a caring, doting consciousness. My hands glide across her legs, moving up to her thighs as I lift her onto the cool, empty desk.

Her fingers find their way beneath my shirt, lifting it over my head, exposing my skin to the chill of the room. She feels delicate in my embrace, her petite frame pressing against me with a fevered desire, her breath a warm whisper against my neck as she kisses it and gently sucks on my earlobe.

My hands move under her sweater, exploring her breasts, feeling their supple weight as I bounce them gently in my palms, my lips moving to taste hers, licking and savoring the sweetness.

“Fuck me,” she breathes into my ear, her voice sultry and laden with urgency. “Please, fuck me, hard.”

The sound of her plea sends a shiver down my spine, my arousal already straining, her words nearly tipping me over the edge. We fumble eagerly with each other’s clothing, the fabric parting with a rustle as we peel open our pants.

She shifts forward, and I drop to my knees, taking in the surprised look on her face.

“Let me show you how it’s done. I saw those two idiots trying their best, but I’m sure you’ll find I’m better than either of them…”

With an open mouth I take her lower lips, sucking and licking them as if they were the lips on her face. She shudders against me, her hand falling to the back of my head and her head falling back against the wall.

Her knees curl over my shoulders, and I nearly pull her off the counter. I can’t get enough of her, her smell and taste.

I suck her clit into my mouth as I fuck her with my fingers, pressing them into her and pulling them out with a hurried motion that makes her squirt all over my arm.

“Bruno, I love when you do that,” she sighs, a hiss escaping between her teeth. Our eyes lock, and I bite my lower lip.

“I love the way you sound when you say my name.”

I drop my head, sucking up her fluids, licking against her wet, trembling skin before making her come again. I can’t help it, the way I am around her, the way I lose all self-control and self-judgment.

Jinx makes me feel like I can live for me, for pleasure. Not for the expectations of others or to fulfill some unknown standard I put on myself.

Looking at the way she’s sitting in front of me, I feel myself being called toward her, like a ship at sea following the beacon of a lighthouse.

My throbbing cock is exposed and pointing straight at her. She smiles, her cheeks red and her bright eyes wide as I center myself between her legs.

“You were right,” she whispers. “You are the best.”

Her legs wrap around me, pulling me in, her body welcoming me with an intoxicating warmth as I press into her, the sensation overwhelming.

Instinctively, I begin to move, sliding myself in and out, her fingertips digging into my skin with every thrust. She moans my name as I drive deeper, her backside fitting perfectly into my hands.

I lift her from the counter, pinning her against the wall, feeling her shudder around me as she climaxes, her release a flood of warmth nearly pushing me out.

I kiss her hard, and she nearly whimpers when I nibble maybe a little too hard on her lip, but she returns the favor, giving me a love bite that nearly leaves my lip swollen. I love it.

I pound into her harder, a part of me kind of worried we’re about to leave a giant hole in the wall, but ultimately I don’t care. I’ll fuck her through this wall if I have to. Right now, all that matters is her and I, our bodies intertwined.

She presses into me, lifting herself forward with her shoulder blades against the wall. Her thighs are tightly gripped around my hips and it drives me insane.

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