Page 66 of Broken Roads
"Okay," he admits, his voice strained as he fights to hold still. "I had every intention of making you come. Just not with my cock…yet."
His breath hot against my face as he struggles to maintain control. I can feel him trembling with the effort to hold still, the head of his cock barely inside me but enough to make every nerve ending scream for more.
"Just the tip," he whispers, his voice rough and desperate. "Please, sunshine. I need to feel you. Just a little."
My heart pounds so hard I'm sure he can hear it. Every rational thought tells me to wait, but my body is singing with need. The way he's looking at me—like I'm the only thing that matters in the entire world—makes my resolve crumble.
"Just the tip," I breathe, spreading my legs wider in invitation.
He groans, a sound that comes from somewhere deep in his chest as he pushes forward just slightly. The sensation is exquisite torture, not enough to satisfy but enough to drive us both to the edge of sanity. I can feel how thick he is, how he stretches me even with just this small invasion.
"Fuck, Hailey," he pants, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. "So good. So tight."
I can hardly breathe as he holds himself there, just barely inside me. The stretch is perfect but maddening. Not nearly enough but somehow too much all at once. My inner walls clench involuntarily, and he hisses through his teeth.
"Don't move," he warns, his voice strained. "If you move, I won't be able to stop myself."
But I can't help it. My hips roll slightly, seeking more of him, and he groans like I've physically wounded him. His grip on my hips tightens as he holds me still.
"Hailey," he growls, a warning and a plea all at once.
"I know," I whisper, my hands fisting in his shirt. "I know, but it feels so good."
He pulls back slightly, then pushes forward again, still keeping to our agreed boundary but making us both gasp at the friction. The head of his cock drags against my entrance, and I'm already so close to the edge I can taste it.
"You're going to make me come just from this," I confess breathlessly.
His gaze snaps to mine, eyes dark and wild. "Yeah? You like feeling me right here?" He punctuates his words with another shallow thrust that has me crying out. "Like knowing I'm barely holding back from burying myself so deep inside you?"
"Yes," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. "Please don’t stop."
He repeats the motion, establishing a rhythm that's driving me absolutely insane. Just the tip, in and out, the friction perfect and maddening. I can feel my orgasm building.
"Fuck, I can feel you getting tighter," he pants against my ear. "You're about to come for me, aren't you?"
I nod frantically, beyond words as the tension reaches a breaking point. He pulls back one more time, then pushes forward, and that's all it takes. I shatter around him with a cry that I have to muffle against his shoulder.
But he doesn't stop. As I'm still trembling from my release, he suddenly pulls out completely.
Before I can protest, he steps between my legs and positions his cock so he can thrust against me without going inside. Fingers digging into my ass, he rolls forward, the hard length of his erection effortlessly sliding through my wetness.
“Oh,” I gasp.
Because, holy shit, even though I just came, it feels so damn good.
Every nerve ending in my body lights up as he slides against me. His cock glides through my wetness, the head bumping against my clit with each thrust. I'm oversensitive from my orgasm, but it's the kind of sensitivity that makes everything feel magnified.
"Fuck," he growls, voice strained as he continues the maddening rhythm. "Feels so good."
Tilting my hips, I change the angle so he slides against me perfectly, and I can feel another orgasm building impossibly fast.
"Bradley," I gasp, hands sliding into his hair, fingers digging into his scalp. "I'm going to—"
"Give me another one, sunshine," he commands, gripping my ass tighter as he increases his pace. "Want to feel you fall apart while I'm rubbing against this perfect pussy."
His words push me over the edge. I cry out, body arching as waves of pleasure crash through me again.
"Fuck, yes," he groans.
