Page 110 of Broken Honor

She lets out a soft cry, and I hold perfectly still, feeling her walls fluttering around my shaft.

My hands slide to her waist, palms rough against her skin. “You’re doing so well,” I murmur, voice strained. “I’ve got you.”

She nods, eyes fluttering. Her hands slowly release the sheets, tension melting. Her pussy clenches once, hard, then eases. I feel her open up around me, just enough.

She tilts her hips.

That’s my cue.

I pull back, just a few inches, then sink in again, dragging my cock through the tight, wet channel of her cunt. Her face contorts, lashes clumped with tears, teeth biting her lip as she takes me.

My cock slides in with a slick, obscene sound. I watch her sweat bead and slide down her temple to her neck. My balls slap lightly against her ass with each slow stroke. Every thrust is calculated, testing her limits—and mine.

Her body starts to yield. The tension in her legs ebbs. Her hips move in time with mine, tentative but there.

“That’s it,” I whisper, brushing a damp strand of hair from her cheek to the curve of her back. “You’re doing so well.”

Her hips are round and soft, her thighs plush against me, wrapping around my hard frame as I grind into her. Every time I bottom out, she gasps—high, sharp, needy.

“You feel incredible,” I growl against her shoulder. “So fucking tight. You’re squeezing me like you don’t wanna let me go.”

She gasps, her nails raking across the sheets.

“I know it hurts a little,” I murmur, licking sweat from her, lips dragging down her body. “But baby, you’re taking me so damn good. Let me take care of this pussy.”

I guide her hips higher, lifting her slightly. She shifts for me, trusting, and I groan at how the angle punches deeper. Her slick heat clutches me even harder now.

I lean in, cradling her face in both hands, our bodies still connected.

“There you are,” I whisper, rocking my hips into hers. “Just like that.”

She meets my eyes, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, her breath stuttering. I press a deep kiss to her mouth, tongue sliding in to taste her, claiming her all over again.

She whimpers into the kiss, legs wrapping tighter around me. Her cunt grips my cock with more ease now—slick, hot, made for this. I fuck her slow but deep, watching her face for every twitch, every moan.

“You’re perfect,” I whisper into her mouth.

Her legs tremble against my sides, slick with sweat and arousal. I lift her knees, guiding them up, spreading her wide until they frame my shoulders. She cries out as I sink in again, her body folding up, her pussy stretched around my cock.

I kiss the inside of her thigh, slow, messy licks. Her taste is salt, sweat, and heat.

“You smell so fucking good,” I mutter into her skin.

She moans, loud, head rolling back into the pillow, curls plastered to her forehead. Her hands claw at the sheets, her entire body arching beneath me as I slam into her—deep and raw. Our skin slaps wetly with each thrust.

“Look at me.”

Her dazed eyes blink open, locking onto mine. I slide my fingers up her cheek, then slip two into her mouth. She sucks, moaning around them, tongue swirling.

I fuck her harder now, thrusts long and brutal. The room echoes with our sounds—slap, moan, gasp, breath.

Then she stiffens.

“I—I feel something,” she chokes out.

I nod, drenched in sweat. “I feel it too.”

I lower her legs and wrap her in my arms, pulling her tight against me as I shift into a grinding rhythm. Slower. Deeper. Hitting every sensitive spot inside her.

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