Page 30 of Break Me
“Take off your bra.”
She hesitates, but only for a second. Then she reaches around behind her and unhooks it, slides the straps down her shoulders, and then tosses it on the floor. I don’t bother trying to keep my eyes on hers. Instead, I take in the ample flesh of her perky tits, her pink nipples erect.
I want to touch her.
But I won’t. Not yet.
“You’re not done yet.”
Her expression is nearly stoic as she keeps her gaze trained on mine, and bends down, pulling off her lacy white underwear as she does. She’s got a thing for lace, and I can’t say I mind it.
She steps out of them and it takes everything in me to keep my hands to myself and not dive them into her bare pussy.
“Come closer.”
She steps closer into my legs, as close as she can, her knees hitting the couch.
“Kiss me.”
She looks like she might not, but then she bends down, her breasts swaying as she moves, and she angles her head, her lips brushing softly against mine.
But I don’t do soft.
I grab the back of her head, pulling her closer until she stumbles, kneeling against me. I force her mouth open with my tongue, and my other hand finds her breast, palming one and rolling her nipple between my thumb and index finger. She yelps in my mouth, and I pull back, biting her lower lip.
I grip her head tighter as I lean closer, reaching around her, my hand over her ass. She stiffens, but I yank her toward me, until I can reach around to her slit, running my finger down her ass and toward her pussy, which is fucking soaked.
I laugh against her mouth. “Are you wet for me?” I ask her. “Or that other guy you’re fucking?” My lips graze her cheek. Her hands are on my shoulders, and she’s half in my lap, but half resisting.
“You,” she says, and I push a finger into her, feel her clench around me.
“Me?” I tease her, pulling my finger out of her tight pussy, running it over her clit.
She nods. “Yes,” she murmurs against my neck.
“And how is he going to feel about that?” I push two fingers into her, and she gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulder.
“I-I don’t—”
I push my fingers in and out, faster. I think she needs this as much as I do.
“You don’t know?” I move the hand in her hair around to her throat, squeezing hard enough that I push her away from me, her face inches from mine, so she’s forced to look at me.
“You don’t know?” I ask her again, meeting her eyes. She shakes her head. I push another finger into her, and her eyes flutter closed.
“Nu uh,” I tell her. “Look at me.”
She does.
“Kiss me, Ava,” I tell her. She tries, straining against my hold on her throat. But I don’t let her. She’s choking herself, trying to get her lips on mine.
I smile at her, pumping my fingers in and out of her tight pussy. “You don’t want to kiss me?” I ask her, feigning concern. I slide my fingers out, trail them up her ass, squeezing it, hard, then slapping it, harder.
She winces, but still tries to push forward again, to reach me, but again, I close my fingers around her throat, stopping her. Her face is turning pink but still she doesn’t stop trying.
“You just want my dick?” I taunt her, moving my fingers back down her wet slit. “You just want me to fuck you, is that it, Princess?”
She shakes her head and pulls away, gasping. I loosen up my hold on her throat.
