Page 130 of Beautifully Shattered
My eyes flick to the dressing on his side, reminding me that he was shot five days ago when we raided the Rebels' compound. Maybe now isn’t the best time to be doing this.
But then again, we were dry humping last night, and he had no issue coming all over my stomach so…
A flush springs to my cheeks at the memory, and the way he latched onto my nipple and drank from me, yet again.
I know him doing that is delaying my milk drying up, but I just can’t bring myself to stop. I know it’s a weird thing to want to do, but in a twisted way, making milk still ties me to Bobbi, and I know that’s not healthy. But it feels so damn good, and it’s something beautiful and erotic to us. So I just can’t ask him to stop.
Not when he loves it so much.
Focusing on his dick, I’m fascinated, watching it grow and thicken, lengthening at the same time. When it’s hard enough to gently pick up, I wrap my hand around it, gripping it firmly the way he taught me, and slowly pump it up and down, from base to tip.
“Angel,” he mumbles, the words barely passing his lips, and I can tell he’s still mostly asleep.
Shit. Why does this turn me on so much? Arousing him while he’s half-conscious?
I still have two weeks until we can have penetrative sex, but the idea of making him so hard in his sleep and sinking down onto him while he’s powerless to stop me has me burning with need.
God, I want to do that so much.
I won’t, though. Not this morning. Not today. But I will be taking him inside me.
Inside my mouth.
I’ve been nervous about it. It’s never been anything but brutal torture for me, in the worst possible way. But I know he’d love to feel my lips wrapped around him. To feel my tongue swirl around the fat head of his dick. And I’m ready to make this memory with him, even if he doesn’t get a say, since I haven’t asked his permission.
Maybe I should’ve, but he loves me exploring his body, and I know he’d tell me to stop if he wanted me to. So I pump his dick one more time before lowering my head and flicking my tongue over the bead of pre-cum.
His dick jerks, and he mumbles something again, but it’s incoherent. So I flick my tongue again.
When his hips lift a fraction, I know he’s going to wake fully soon, so I part my lips wide, and guide his dick into my mouth.
I only take in his tip, sucking on his head, swirling my tongue, before sucking again.
“Abs,” he mutters louder this time, and I know he’s waking, so I open wider and swallow him deeper, until I know if I take anymore, I’ll gag. “Fuuuck, Angel. What are you doing?”
I don’t answer, because obviously he can feel exactly what I’m doing, but my eyes flick up his body to find his whiskey eyes blinking open.
With my hand tightly around his base, I keep my eyes locked on his and I suck, pushing myself to take more of him, fighting the urge to gag.
“This is the best fucking way to wake up,” he groans, his hand fisting gently in my hair, but shit… I stiffen.
“Relax, Angel. I’m not trying to control you. I’ll let go and put my hand above my head if you want?”
“Mo.” I try to speak around his dick and shake my head, making him chuckle.
“Okay. Fuuuck. Okay.”
The way the whiskey colour of his eyes is nearly swallowed by his blown pupils drives me wild.
This.
Thisis what I love.
The power I have over him.
The power to make him feelthisgood.
The power to shatter him into a million pieces under my tongue.
