Page 45 of Break Me
“Fuck,”he whispers, grinding against me. “You feel so fucking good.”
I try to lift my hips, to give him easier access, but he presses me back down, like he knows where I want him and he wants to drag this out a little more.
He leans down, his hard chest against my back, his lips on my neck. “Not yet, Princess,” he says quietly against my skin. Then he trails open-mouthed kisses down my neck, my shoulder, my back, until his tongue is on my ass.
I moan and clamp a hand over my mouth, bucking my hips, wanting him to touch me there.
He lifts my hips, putting me on all fours. One hand runs up the length of my slit while his other hand comes over my mouth, fingers digging into my lips.
He slips two fingers inside of me and I hear him laugh, the sound husky as he teases me, moving slowly, in and out, his thumb brushing against my clit. I bite the skin of his fingers and he shoves them down my throat, making me gag for a second.
Then he lets go, moving away from me, and I feel only cool air where he was inside of me a second before. I turn around to look at him, feeling frustrated, my clit throbbing.
But before I can crane my neck back, he flips me around, dragging me to the edge of the bed. He’s standing, and he grabs my ankles with one hand, putting them over his shoulder. With the other, he reaches for my throat, his eyes gleaming on mine in the faint light streaming in through my window.
And then, without using his hands, he pushes against me, his cock grinding against my opening, teasing me.
I open my mouth to moan. The way he’s got my ankles together doesn’t leave a lot of room, especially for him, but his fingers clamp down against my throat, preventing me from making a sound. His eyes darken as he presses harder, and I see every muscle in his core flexing, the muscles in his arm coiled as he grips my throat even tighter.
Finally, he’s able to get the tip in and a smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. Without warning, he shoves himself inside of me and I gasp, him letting up the pressure on my throat, almost as if he wants to hear me now.
He moves in and out, roughly, his eyes half-closed, his lips parted. I close my own eyes, relishing in the feel of him, pain and pleasure all at once. His hand moves from my throat to my breasts, running possessively over both of them as he brushes his thumb over my nipples, one at a time.
I’m panting, trying to keep my moan in, and he moves faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud in my quiet house.
In my parents’ quiet house.
My eyes find his again and that thought slips from my mind.
He palms my breast roughly, squeezing me as he moves faster, in and out, and I bite my lip so hard I swear I taste blood.
I see his chest rise and fall rapidly, feel his motions getting more frantic, and a low groan is building in his throat.
“Where do you want me to come?” he manages to ask me on a gasp, his hand around my ankles tightening.
His other hand is back around my throat, holding me lightly.
I don’t answer him immediately, the sensation of him overwhelming my thoughts, and he starts to pull out, but I clench around him, shaking my head, desperate.
“No,” I say quietly.
He stares at me a second, not moving, but then he starts again, and his eyes hold mine as he finishes inside of me, gripping my throat tight again as we stare at each other.
When he’s done, he drops to his knees, spreading my legs as far as they’ll go.
I throw my head back, but his hands are still on my thighs, and I start to feel warmth rush over my face as he takes me in. Then his fingers peel me apart, and he runs his tongue over my entire slit, seemingly not caring he just finished inside of me.
I shake under his touch, putting my hand back over my mouth.
He pushes two fingers inside of me, and then his mouth finds my clit in a sloppy, wet kiss. I squirm and his tongue flicks against me, over and over in circles, his fingers going deeper on each thrust.
I feel my orgasm building and then when I’m almost there, fingers digging into the sheets, he stops, his fingers still in me but his mouth inches from where I need him to be.
What the fuck?
I crane my neck up and find him looking at me.
“Benji…” I gasp, needing him back where he was.
