Page 50 of Broken

“Oh God,” I cry out.

Katja and Lucky were right. Holy fucking shit, the sensation I’m feeling now is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. He bites down, rolling the bar between his teeth and my brain short circuits. I lose it and come again, gripping his arms so tight my nails dig into his skin.

He hisses but keeps going, his hand pulling on one nipple, the other he’s nipping and sucking at, prolonging the pleasure almost to the point of pain.

Garrett straightens up, staring down at me as I pant and claw at his hips to keep myself upright. He pushes down the ridiculous flower-patterned sweatpants. His hard cock springs up and I stare at it.

He’s pierced. Not once, there are five piercings on the underside of his cock, from the root to beneath the head. Inexplicably, the first thing that comes to my mind is how it felt getting my nipples pierced.

“Did it hurt?” the question slips out.

Garrett’s lip quirks up. “Pain is relative.”

What does that mean? Actually, Garrett strikes me as the kind of guy who enjoys pain. He’s literally covered in tattoos.

“Does it scare you?”

“A monster cock full of metal, no, not at all,” I lie.

Garrett can’t help but laugh, it’s dark and dangerous and he strokes my nipples again, making me twitch and let out a low moan. He steps closer, the tip pressing against my opening, breaching inside of me. He palms my jaw and tilts my head up so I’m looking at him.

My breath gets even shorter as he slowly glides his palm down my throat, resting on the hollow of my neck. His finger andthumb tease the skin on either side of my neck, and he stares right into me.

This is reckless and insane and hot.

Garrett moves his hips closer, pushing further inside. He pauses halfway in, and I squeeze what is inside, making him hiss again. He tightens his hand a little, then releases me and our eyes meet again.

“You okay with this?” he asks.

I’m panting. It doesn’t feel different, well, he’s bigger than anyone I’ve been with before, but the piercings don’t hurt. Which I guess I was expecting and maybe tensed up a little.

“I’m clean, if you’re worried. I can stop.”

“No,” I pull him into me. “Me too, and, birth control isn’t an issue.”

It’s bizarre having this conversation with his dick half inside of me. But I’m glad he brought it up. Taking his word for it might be stupid, but we’re too far gone. The moment he sees me accepting it, Garrett rams his hips against mine and pushes all the way in.

I stop breathing. I stop thinking. Everything focuses in on his cock between my thighs, pushing in and out, grabbing onto my hips to give him better leverage. All I can do is put my arms around his neck and hold on. Every time his chest grazes against my breasts a ripple of pleasure burns through me.

He hasn’t kissed me this time. He’s lavished my nipples, my throat and my fingers but not my mouth. Almost as if he can read my mind, he turns his head and his lips find mine, kissing me with the same intensity as his now slow, intense thrusts, driving deep inside of me.

He takes my breath away with every move of his body. Every twist of his hips and roll of his tongue against mine. The sensations build again. I’m going to…

“Oh God,” my head tips back as the piercings hits a spot inside of me I’ve never felt before.

I slide on the counter, the wetness between us should embarrass the hell out of me but all I can focus on is the intense pleasure.

Garrett hooks one arm around my waist to keep me where he wants me, the other grabs onto my breast, raising it up to his mouth.

Another orgasm slams into me and I scream. Garrett grunts as his thrusts slow, fighting against my body squeezing around him. Was that three? Really? In the past, I’ve been lucky to have one orgasm with penetrative sex.

There is a physical ache inside of me as my body loosens. It isn’t pain. It’s pure bliss. Garrett takes the opportunity and goes in hard, with quick, deep thrusts. His teeth clench as our eyes lock. I hold on, my breasts bouncing as he rams me back on the counter. It’s building again. I almost sob at the idea of another orgasm.

“One more,” he tells me through gritted teeth.

“I can’t,” I pant, my voice a mere whisper.

“Yes, you can,” he rotates his hips, pushing slowly, with each stroke he hits my G spot again and again. “Come for me Calli.”

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