Page 63 of Beautifully Shattered
Shit. I don’t even know.
The real question is, did I like it?
Who am I kidding? Of course I liked it. It was erotic as hell. It felt so good, and even though I felt a bit crampy, it seemed to heighten the pleasure somehow.
Jesus, I don’t understand any of this.
“I think… I liked it.” I cringe, and his brows shoot up.
“Youthink, or youknowyou did, but you’re feeling weird about admitting it?”
I purse my lips. “The weird one.”
He smirks.
“Hopefully next time, you’ll feel better about it.”
“Next time?” I squeak, and he chuckles, nodding.
“There’s definitely going to be a next time, Angel.”
“Oh,” is all I can manage, and he chuckles.
“So, I’ve gotta tend to this.” He gestures down, and my eyes follow, latching onto his very hard dick, jutting out in front of him. “Do you want to step out and dry off while I fix this?”
“No.” I shake my head, peering up at him through my wet lashes.
He growls and grins at the same time, bracing one hand against the tiled wall over my head, his other wrapping around his thick length.
“Fuck, Angel. You give me the best spank bank material,” he rasps, and for the first time in… I don’t even know how long, a giggle slips past my lips.
As he moves his hand up and down his shaft, his eyes drop between our naked bodies, so mine follow, and I see blood swirling on the floor, getting washed down the drain.
Once again, my cheeks go up in flames. This time, from pure humiliation.
“One day, I’m gonna earn my red wings with you, Angel.”
My eyes snap to his, my lips parted, ready to protest. But the moment I see his eyes glazed over like he’s in a trance, I know there’s no way I’ll ever deny him what he wants. No matter how dirty it is.
Hell, I’m beginning to wonder if I might not be just as dirty.
That thought has butterflies surging in my belly as courage I don’t normally feel has words falling past my lips.
“Yeah? Are you gonna eat my bleeding…” I trail off, because shit, I’m not good at dirty talk. Not like him.
“Finish the sentence,” he demands, his hand working faster on his dick, his voice grittier, and his breathing more ragged.
Shit. Can I really do this? Talk super dirty and not sound like a complete dork?
“Finishit,” he hisses, his hand moving in a steady rhythm, so I suck in a breath, hoping for courage.
“Are you gonna eat my bleeding… pussy?”
He groans with pleasure, his free hand dropping from the wall and fisting my hair as he chases his release.
“Yeah, Angel. I’m gonna eat your bleedingcunt.”
I stiffen at the word I struggle with, but then quickly relax becausethisis Ringo, and the word means something different coming from his mouth.
