Page 22 of Undone

“Smith?”

“Yeah?” I responded, turning my head.

“Who broke you?” She asked, her soft hands cupping my jaw.

“Many people broke me, sweetheart. Are you going to be the next?”

“No. No… I never break people either. They wind up breaking me, too.”

“I don’t want to break you, babe. But the bed might break once I get you in it.”

Her eyes widened, pupils dilating as we both imagined the two of us, naked and entwined in the antique mahogany sleigh bed that sits in the middle of the room behind us.

Her hands ran through my long beard and stroked the side of my face before running through my long hair.

“That feels good,” I moaned closing my eyes as she pet me; how one would soothe a beast. The tension in my shoulders gradually released. My body relaxed; uncoiling from months of stress that had it tensed up.

“I wonder what you look like under all of this?” She whispered. My eyes opened. The vision of her face in the firelight creeping from my brain, down to my heart… she filled the black pit with light that I haven’t felt in years.

“You wanna find out?”

“Are you serious? Would you let me?”

The way she bit her soft lip, cheeks flushed from the fire, eyes hopefully hesitant—hell, I’d let her do anything to me, but damn if I’ll ever let her know that.

“Why not,” I shrugged.

“You need to take a hot shower first. It’ll open up your pores.”

I stood before her, yanked my T-shirt over my head, then unbuckled my belt, letting my jeans hit the floor.

She gulped, trying not to drop her gaze. But failed. Her eyes moved slowly, taking in every inch of my heavily muscled body. My hands clenched when she blushed as her eyes widened at my hard cock tenting in my boxer briefs. It felt tight as fuck; strangling my beast. So, I let him free. I yanked my briefs off and stood before her naked and unashamed—even when drops of pre-cum oozed from my thick tip.

“It’s amazing…”

“I know, babe.”

“…that all your hair is on your face and head and the rest of you is so smooth.” Her hand came out, palms feeling the smooth skin on my chest.

“Stop,” I hissed, “unless you want to find yourself flat on your back with your legs draped over my shoulders.”

“Why does it have to be everything? Can’t we just fool around a bit? Like we did earlier?”

“No, we can’t. I’ve already had a taste and know I want it all.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t move that fast. I need to know who I’m letting come inside me.”

I shuddered at the image of “coming inside her.” My dick was twitching. My jaw was clenched. I needed more than just the release of sex.I needed her.The sexy, sweet minx, with the kind eyes and soft hands.

I turned on my heel, shutting the bathroom door harder than I meant to.

She told me to take a hot shower.

Instead it was ice-cold.

I squeezed liquid body wash into my hand, working my dick—pretending I was plunging inside her sweet, tight, cunt. I came like a motherfucker, roaring as my seed sprayed the tiled wall. I hung my head afterwards, feeling dirty about it.

I didn’t want to palm my own dick, fantasizing about Luce. I wanted more than physical release. I wanted to let her in, find out all her secrets, tuck her head against my chest and fall asleep together, waking up and cuddling under the covers.

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