Page 62 of Our Broken Pieces
“I’ll always defend you, and I’ll always defend myself.” Her words are defiant, but I yank her close, her body slamming against mine. She’s breathless now, chest heaving, breasts pressing into me. The fire in her eyes, the way she stood up to my father—fuck, it turns me on more than I can handle.
Her breathing is ragged, her lips parted. My control is slipping, fast. “I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“Don’t you dare be sorry.” My lips are hovering above hers; we’re both breathless. “Just tell me one thing, princess. Were you wet when I had my hand on your thigh trying to shut you up?”
A forced “yes” blows across my lips from her mouth, and that’s all it takes. In one swift movement, I pin her against the wall, gathering her wrists above her head. My mouth crashes into hers, all restraint shattered. Her body arches into mine, her kiss matching the intensity of my own, like we’ve both been holding back, waiting for something to break between us.
She nips at my bottom lip and I fucking lose it. I grab her and lift her, pressing her against the wall. Her ass fits perfectly in my hands as I hold her in place. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I feel her squirm against me, searching for friction.
I press my cock against her, and the moan that comes from her has me almost coming right then and there.
“If I were to slide my fingers under those little panties of yours, would you still be wet for me?” I growl into her ear.
“Fuck,” she whispers. “Yes, Marcus, yes, I would be.” Her head tilts back as I lay a line of kisses from her collarbone to her jaw. “Please.”
“Please what, princess? Say the word and I’ll bury my fingers so deep in that cunt that you’ll forget your name.”
She looks at me with hooded eyes, lowering her feet to the floor. Her green eyes have a look in them I’ve never seen before. A look of seduction, of want, and it is so fucking hard right now not to undo my pants and fuck her. My hand slides up her thigh, the material of her dress gathering at my wrist.
“Please, prince, touch me.”
I move my hand to the waistband of her thong and rip it from her body. A look of shock comes over her face as she sucks in a breath.
“I hate underwear.”
I throw the fabric to the floor and raise my fingers to her mouth. “Open.”
She does it with a look of obedience in her eyes that drives me insane. I force my fingers in, hitting the back of her tongue. She fights her gag reflex, and my dick twitches in my jeans. I remove my fingers and place my hand on her pussy, sliding a digit inside. “Goddamn, you are soaked right now.”
“I can’t help it. Fuck, Marcus, I want to come.” Her voice is filled with desperation.
I add another finger, working in and out of her. I place my thumb on her clit, pressing with each stroke. Her eyes roll back the first time I hit her g-spot. I watch every change on her face, wanting to consume every breath, every moan coming from her mouth. I’ve pictured her in this moment for weeks, and now that I’m experiencing it outside of my imagination, I know this won’t be the only time.
“Right there.” Her voice breaks at the request. I concentrate my movements where she wants it most and I’m rewarded withher breaths coming faster and she moans. I cover her mouth with my free hand.
“Quiet, princess. No one else gets to hear you come but me.” Her legs shake and her eyes squeeze shut.
Her body shudders as her orgasm crashes over her, her pussy clenching around my fingers. I watch every moment, absorbing every noise coming from her, every flutter of her breath. She’s beautiful, flushed and trembling in my arms, her nails biting into my skin.
I remove my hand from her mouth and place my lips on hers. Her hand moves to the back of my head, forcing me closer. She’s still full of lust, like I just opened Pandora’s box with her orgasm. I feel her fingers at my belt.
“Princess…”
“Please,” she whispers as she lowers to kneel in front of me, her hand moving to the zipper of my jeans. “Let me make you feel good.”
I groan, my resolve crumbling. “So well-behaved when you want something. Take out my cock, Gigi.” I watch her eyes light up as she pulls down my boxers, my cock springing free. Her gaze trails over me with what looks like excitement.
“Shit,” she breathes. “This is the most gorgeous cock I’ve ever seen.”
Her hand wraps around me, and I tilt her chin up, her mouth already open. “Fuck,” I mutter as I slide in, her mouth warm and wet around me.
“Look at you, my little princess, on her knees for me. Taking my cock so well. Use that defiant mouth and make me come.”
She nods and I begin to move. I start out slow, until I can’t hold back. Her mouth feels too good, so I brace myself against the wall, thrusting deeper, her lips tight around my length. Her eyes stay locked on mine, and that connection alone threatens to undo me.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her. “And you’re going to swallow every drop.”
I look down, and her bright eyes are glossed over with tears, her mascara running down her cheeks as I come. She’s never been so beautiful. She fights for air as I pump into her mouth, swallowing around my cock. Once my orgasm passes and I’m trying to steady myself, I look down as she leans back, collecting the cum on her chin that escaped her mouth on her fingers and then licking them clean.
