Page 166 of Beautifully Shattered
His shit-eating-grin is getting on my nerves.
“No,” I snap, and decide to be honest. “Just trying to figure out how to do this standing up.”
Maybe I should have watched some porn first. Learned how to seduce my husband from there.
“Pop your foot onto the stool’s foot support.” He gestures to the stool beside me, so I do as he says, thankful for his instruction.
Putting my foot on the timber rail, it opens me up, and I catch the flare of his nostrils, realising this is affecting him more than he’s making out.
Maybe thiswillwork.
“So what now?” I ask sweetly, waving the glittery object in front of me. “Do I just slip it in?”
He nods, his chest rising and falling faster as he watches me lower the dildo between my legs and line up the sparkly tip with my entrance.
“Like this?” I ask, biting my lip as I press it against myself, realising I need to open myself up more to take it in.
Ringo rumbles something like a yes in response, so I try again, bending my knees to give the dildo more access and press the tip of it gently—
“Stop!” he roars, hurrying forward to rip the dildo from my hand, his hands rough as he lifts me and my arse meets the workbench behind me.
“Nothing fucks you but me,” he growls, his voice laced with a possessiveness that sends tremors of pleasure rippling up my spine as his whiskey eyes turn black with lust.
“Then fuck me. Give me what I need.”
His hands grip the bench on either side of me, his breathing deep and ragged as he fights for control, pressing his forehead to mine.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he admits, his gravelly voice sending shivers through me and turning my body into molten need.
“Not fucking meishurting me, Cam. I ache for you. So bad.”
Before I even know what’s happening, he lets out a feral growl, his hand fisting the hair at my nape before he slams his lips into mine.
We both moan into the kiss, my body lighting up in anticipation, my hands grappling at his clothes as he helps me strip them off him.
We barely break apart as each item comes off him, my hands then fumbling with his fly as I desperately try to get to him.
He pulls back, breaking our kiss to help, shoving his jeans down and freeing his hard cock as he grips it at the base.
“This is going to be fucking quick, I’m sorry,” he mutters, his eyes roaming over every part of me as I sit with my legs spread on the workbench.
“I don’t care. Just get inside me.Please,” I beg, and he steps forward, both of us watching where he presses the fat head of his dick to my wet folds, running it up the seam, teasing my clit and extracting another moan from me.
“I’ve missed this,” he rasps, biting his lip, his nostrils flaring as he slowly nudges his tip against my entrance.
“Yes,” I gasp, arching into him, making him sink in a little. “Give it to me. Give meyou,” I beg, and with a feral groan, he finally does. He drives himself deep inside me.
Our moans are loud as he stretches me, pushing all the way to the hilt.
“Colour,” he chokes out, like talking is nearly impossible right now.
“Green. A huge fucking green,” I pant, and his lips spread wide in a smile before he slowly eases halfway out, and then sinks back in.
My fingernails bite into his shoulders as he starts to thrust, the feel of him inside me too much, yet still not enough.
We kiss in a frenzy. A messy, desperate clash of lips and tongues, and before I can process it, he’s hoisting me in his arms, carrying me. Shuffling us over to his car, he nearly trips on the pants tangled around his ankles, but manages to get us safely to his car where he lays me on the hood. The chill of the old metal makes me arch with a gasp, but the new position allows him to slam into me deeper and harder as he watches where we are joined.
“You feel so fucking good,” he rasps, his face twisting with a mix of pleasure and pain.
