Page 150 of Did They Break You

“Fuck, baby,” he groans against my mouth, pulling away from our kiss.

His hands come to my hips, and he thrusts his own, fucking me from beneath him, helping me move, guiding me over him.

I wrap my arms around his neck, bury my head into his chest.

“No, pretty baby,” he says, his fingers digging in deeper with every thrust. “Look at me while I fuck you.”

I pick my head up and meet his gaze as I ride him, and he helps me.

His lips are parted, his breath coming in heavy pants. “You feel so fucking good.”

As I get wetter, the sounds grow louder, the scent of sex heavy in his truck. “Y-you feel good,” I stammer, and see his lips pull into a smile as I arch my back, leaning away from him, the spot he’s hitting sending more need through my core. It’s like a fire growing hotter every time I sink down onto him.

“Yeah, baby?” he asks me, pulling me closer, so our lips graze one another. “Is this all mine?”

“Yes,” I whisper, closing my eyes as my walls tighten around him.

He groans, his movements growing faster, harder, taking my breath away.

“I’m all yours,” I tell him, fisting my fingers in his hair and pulling, one arm still around his neck.“I’ve always been all yours.”

Then, as he groans my name, I realize, belatedly, that he’s not wearing a condom and I’m not on birth control and a moment of panic seizes through me.

But he pulls out, and while I gasp with the loss of him, the relief is dizzying, until he pulls down the waistband of my underwear, stroking himself as I watch him come inside of them, creamy white against the black cotton. He keeps pumping until it’s all out, brushing the tip of his thick cock against my clit, covering me in him.

I stare down at the mess, his fingers still pulling back my underwear so I can see everything. We’re both panting as we look between us, and there’s something so fucking hot and wrong and bad about it that I want to fuck him all over again.

Before I can say anything about that, though, his thumb comes to my clit and he circles me, uncaring of his own cum on his skin.

“We’re not done until you’re done, Remi. Tell me what you need.” His voice is low and thick with lust, and I grind my hips as he grips one, his cock still hard between us.

“That, keep doing that,” I breathe out, staring at my ruined underwear, at the pad of his finger all over me.

He grips my ass, spreading me, and nerves shoot through my body, but he doesn’t go any further as he gets me off, and that fire in my core bursts not long after, my clit swollen under his thumb.

“Cortland,” I moan, dropping my head to his shoulder, feeling weightless as I relax in his arms and he doesn’t stop as I writhe on top of him. I say his name again, and again and again.

“Mmm, that sounds so good,” he whispers, finally stopping as the fire subsides, leaving me with a pleasant, spent, pulsing sensation.

For a moment, I just rest against him, blocking out the world. What comes after this.

Then I pick my head up, and he grabs the waistband of my underwear, pulling it up tight, pressing all his cum into me.

My mouth falls open at the sensation, but he isn’t done. He runs his finger up my slit, dampening the cotton, pushing it all against me.

Then he takes his whole hand and does the same, ensuring I’m soaked withhim.

Finally, he runs his palm up my stomach, under my shirt, his fingers circling around my throat as I stare down into his dark eyes.

“Cortland,” I whisper, my hands sliding down to his biceps and squeezing his hard muscles. “I’m not… I’m not on the pill or anything.” I feel nervous admitting it as he stares up at me in the dark, fingers still loose around my throat.

“I fucking hope not,” he finally says with a smile.

“But we could?—”

He quiets me with a soft kiss before pulling away. “We’ll take care of it.”

I don’t know what that means, and I don’t really want to ask, but for one fucked up second, I imagine havinghisbaby, and warmth runs through me at the thought.

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