Page 112 of Broken Pieces
She whimpers, legs falling open wider.
And fuck, if that’s not the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“All you’ve gotta do is lie there and take it, Sky. Let me fucking ruin you.”
My fingers hook into the lace at her hips and I drag her panties down in a slow, fucked-up worship.
I’m not rushing shit.
I want to see every fucking inch of her as I strip her bare.
Her thighs tense under my hands, soft skin brushing mine, and then that perfect little pussy is right there in front of me.
Fuck.
Pink, glimmering, and already wet for me.
It’s not some dainty thing.
It’s the kind of cunt that haunts a man. The kind that makes you drop to your knees and forget every reason you told yourself you weren’t gonna fall.
I tug the panties the rest of the way off her legs, ball them in my fist, and shove them straight into my pocket. They’re mine now.
I’ll keep them for later, fist wrapped tight around my cock as I jerk off, while I replay every second of this. That smell, the taste. That fuck-me look in her eyes when I touch her.
And fuck, she’s already fucking wrecking me.
I shift back onto my knees, eyes locked on her cunt.
It’s flushed, slick, clit swollen. I want to drag my tongue through that mess and make her sob. Make her fall apart on my face. I want her squirming. Desperate. Needing me so bad she forgets how to speak.
I trail my fingers up her inner thigh, just a breath away from where she wants me the most. Her breath catches. Her eyes are glassy, locked on my face like she’s begging me to put her out of her misery.
“You feel that?” I mutter, voice gravel and smoke. “That ache in your gut… that need. You think that’s bad, wait till I make you come so hard you forget your fucking name.”
My fingers ghost over her slit, slick already clinging to my skin, and I grin, cock twitching so fucking hard it’s painful.
Fuck, I’ll bury my mouth between her legs until she’s crying from it. Because this, her spread out in front of me is the only high I’ve ever wanted to overdose on.
I’ve never done this before.
Never fucking wanted to.
Eating pussy always seemed pointless to me. Justanother thing guys talked up to sound better in locker rooms. I am the type to fuck fast and leave faster. Get my cock sucked, blow my load, and move the fuck on. No meaning. No connection. Just release.
I run my tongue over my bottom lip, slow. Drawing out the moment. My fingers trail over the soft outer edges of her folds. Slick as hell. My throat goes tight just from the feel of her. Fuck, I’m already addicted. I want to spend hours here. Days even… no forget that my entire fucking life.
When I drag a single finger through her slit, catching just the barest graze of her clit, her whole body jolts.
“So wet,” I mutter, my voice thick. “This all for me, baby?”
She nods. Her lips part, her chest rising too fast.
She’s wrecked already and I haven’t even fucking tasted her.
I press my thumb to her clit, real gentle at first, circling in a slow rhythm that makes her whimper and rock her hips. My other hand grips her thigh, holding her in place so I can see every twitch and pulse.
She moans again. It’s all soft and breathy. Her hips lift, chasing my touch.
