Page 65 of Broken

One of the women says something that makes me snap back around, ready to lay into her, but the warm palm wrapping around my wrist stops me. She does the one thing that is sure to piss the women off. She ignores them.

I can’t hide the smirk. This woman is something else. She doesn’t let go as she weaves through the crowded bar area. People move out of the way when they see me behind her, and I eyeball every man as they watch her pass.

Now who is being territorial?

Usually, I wouldn’t let a woman pull me around like this, but for her, I can make an exception. This may not have been my plan when I walked in here tonight… ah fuck who am I kidding. This is exactly what I wanted.

I’m surprised by how it came about. In my mind, it was me walking in there and takingherout of the bar.

We head into the street and the cool air hits me. And Calli too if the peak of her nipples is anything to go by. That thin fabric is doing nothing to hide how she’s reacting to the cold.

“Tell me why you really came tonight,” she releases my arm.

There is no point in playing games anymore. We both know why. And I’m done messing around. I crowd into her until her back is pressed against the wall putting one hand on her hip.

My fingers glide over the silky fabric and without hesitation, I lift the hem and move my hand beneath it, to touch the soft skin of her waist.

She lets out a little whimper of surprise and grips the front of my shirt. Unsure if it’s to keep me back or pull me in, I go with the latter.

Not wasting any time, I bend my head down to kiss her. Calli doesn’t stop me. Against my better judgment, I press her harder into the wall, our bodies align as I kiss her deeper, gripping her hip with one hand, propping my other forearm up against the wall at the side of her head.

She’s breathless when I pull back. Just the way I like her. I’m hard as stone, which Calli is definitely aware of, if the way she arches so her hips meet mine says anything.

People are passing by around us. It’s a fuckwit commenting about getting a show that tears me away from Calli. I glare at the little asshole, who shits his pants, ducks his head and almost runs away.

Calli’s hand rests on my lower back, the heat of it practically burning through the fabric. She tugs me and moves out from behind me.

Guess she doesn’t care what other people think because this is not a ‘stop him from hurting someone’ kind of tug. This is a, ‘get me where I need to be so we can continue this’, kind of move.

She’s right, public displays of affection are not my thing. Grabbing her hand, I head down the sidewalk to the shop. Calli follows, not batting an eye when I bypass the front door and head to the side alley which leads to the private entrance to my apartment.

Neither of us says a word but all bets are off when I get her inside and close the door. Calli practically lurches into my arms, and I press my mouth to hers in hunger. This is what I’ve been craving for the past few weeks.

Watching her with our friends, or on a video feed is no longer enough. Our tongues are as frantic as our hands, clawing at one another. I’ll be fucked if I’m pressing her up against a wall to fuck her. No, this time she’s going to be in my bed.

Calli shrieks when I pull back, bend over and grab her by the back of her thighs, throwing her over my shoulder. I expect her to object and tell me to put her down. All she does is grab a handful of my ass to keep her steady.

Inside, I head straight to the bedroom, stopping at the end of the bed, I bend forward and lower her to the ground. Her eyes track the movement when I grab my shirt at the back and tug it over my head. Flexing my muscles I watch her, with what I’m sure is a predatory gaze.

Her back straightens, and she stares back defiantly. We both know this is crazy. It should have been one time and move on. She licks her lips as her gaze dips lower. Who am I to leave her wanting?

Snapping open the button on my jeans, I pull down the zipper, toeing out of my shoes and dropping the pants. There is no hiding how hard I am and if the way she is staring is anything to go by, she fully appreciates it. I drop my underwear and grab my aching cock, bringing a little gasp from her parted lips and a groan from me.

I want her naked. I want her on my bed, with my cock buried deep inside of her. Calli has other ideas. She walks forward and drops to her knees.

“Fuck,” I ground out. Her eyes lift as she shuffles closer. She doesn’t protest when I grab a handful of her hair and guide her forward. “Open,” I tell her in a gruff, low voice.

She does as she’s told without hesitation, and I press my cock into her mouth. Fuck that feels good. Her teeth tap against the piercings, but she doesn’t stop, her mouth gliding down and back up, her tongue swirling, tasting metal and flesh.

My head tips back as she works, but I don’t let go of her hair, guiding her up and down the length of me. The noises she makes are driving me crazy. I want nothing more than to paint the back of her throat with cum, but the urge to be buried inside her when it happens far outweighs that desire.

I tug her hair, harder than she is probably used to and her teeth clack against the piercing as I pull her off me. With my other hand, I take hold of her chin and tilt her head back. Her lips are swollen and her cheeks flushed.

She looks unsure about why I stopped her. A look I don’t like on her one bit. It’s not what she thinks, in fact, after I’ve had my dick inside her, I’ll definitely be putting her mouth back on my cock.

“Take off your clothes,” I step back, leaning against the wall. Shit, seeing her kneeling there like that is going to make me lose my shit. “Now, Vixen.”

Her lips press into a thin line, but she does as she is told, lifting the silky top over her head. Her thin, strapless bra is removed in seconds, baring those gorgeous tits to me. I can’t help but stare at the piercings. She’s changed them from the regular beaded barbell to a more delicate one with tiny crystal stars cascading around her nipple.

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