Page 66 of Broken

My cock throbs and twitches at the sight of them. A strange urge to slide them out and push them back in takes over me. I’ve never thought about doing anything like that before, but the blatant sexual imagery of it turns me all the way on.

When she gets to her feet, it takes every ounce of strength not to go over there, or grab my weeping cock. I watch as she removes her jeans and panties.

Calli moves backward and sits on the end of the bed, then pulls herself backward, into the center of it. Waiting. Challenging me. She hasn’t said a single word since we came in here.

Why the fuck are we having this stare off, daring the other to make the first move?

“Spread your legs,” I tell her, walking toward the end of the bed.

She does it without hesitation. Her pussy is so wet I very nearly lose it.

“Have you touched yourself lately?”

In answer, she glides her fingers over her lower stomach and through the neat patch of hair, straight to her clit. My first instinct is to grab her hand and pull it away. That is my job.

Instead I watch, working myself up into something desperate, that is surely going to unleash on her.

“Who do you think of when you put your fingers inside of yourself?” I ask.

“You.”

I wasn’t expecting her to say it so readily. My lip twitches at the thought of her lying in bed alone, fucking herself as she imagines it’s me. Moving, I press one knee onto the bed and run my hand up her thigh. Her hand stills and I tut at her.

“Don’t stop,” I order. “Show me what you do when you think of me.”

Her chest heaves on a shaky breath but she dips two fingers inside, all the way to the second knuckle, causing her to cry out. Damn. She doesn’t stop when I bend down and run my tongue up her thigh, caressing it with my hand as I nip and lick at her warm skin.

The scent of her makes my erection slap against my abs, throbbing in desperation as I move further onto the bed, getting closer. I put my other hand on her lower stomach, fingers spreadso my thumb is resting above the top of her clit. She is moving with more urgency now, plunging her fingers in and out.

“Would you ever pierce this?” I ask, lightly touching her clit.

She moans loudly, arching her back at the touch but that isn’t an answer.

“Would you let me pierce you?”

She pauses for a moment, her eyes heavy with lust, clear for a moment. Her head shakes no.

“Why?” I ask.

“Because it takes too long to heal.”

Fuck, I like that answer. Even more than the idea of being the one to pierce her. I move forward without warning and press myself between her legs, taking her mouth like my life depends on it. Her hand is trapped between our bodies, my cock now on top of it, keeping it locked there. I grind my hips and she lets out a sharp cry as my weight pushes her fingers inside of her.

I do it a few more times, then lift slightly, reaching down to grab my cock.

“Keep them inside,” I whisper in her ear.

“What?”

“Don’t take your fingers out,” I instruct her.

Guiding myself forward, I press against the side of her finger. She moves them slightly but does as she’s told. It takes some effort, and I grit my teeth as I push inside but once I’m all the way in, my eyes practically roll back, especially when her finger twitches.

There isn’t any room, now that she has my cock and two of her fingers in there but one slight shift and thrust of my hips sends her spiraling over the edge.

“Oh, God,” she moans as her legs start to shake.

I thrust in further, circling my hips as she moans and thrashes beneath me. Her walls are so tight, it’s hard to move as she ripples around everything stuffed inside of her.

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