Page 114 of Broken Pieces
I want her to break.
I slide two fingers inside her.
She’s so fucking tight I have to curl them just to ease the pressure. Every small movement draws me deeper, until my hand is shaking from how good she feels wrapped around my fingers. Her pussy clenches down hard, the slick sounds obscene as I fuck her slowly, my mouth still working her clit.
I find a rhythm.
Fingers deep, tongue teasing, and every time I flick against that spot, her whole body jerks. Her hand gets tighter in my hair, pulling me closer, dragging my mouth harder into her cunt. She doesn’t care if I suffocate.
“Zane,” she whispers.
It’s broken, almost like a plea and a confession at once.
That’s when I know, she’s right fucking there. I feel it. The tension in her thighs. The way her pussy squeezes around my fingers. Her whole body locks up, breath catching, then it hits.
She comes hard.
A shudder.
A cry.
Her voice splits in half as she breaks apart on my tongue.
Her pussy pulses, spasming around my fingers, wetness soaking my hand and chin. Her back bows off the tin, legs shaking so hard. Her head falls back, mouth open, a sound ripped from her throat that could fucking ruin me.
I don’t stop.
I keep licking.
Keep tasting her as the orgasm tears through her, wave after wave, until she’s gone weightless. Until her grip loosens in my hair and the tremors fade into soft, wrecked breaths.
I bet she’s never come like that before.
And fuck, no one else is ever gonna make her come like that again.
When I finally pull back, I don’t go far. Just hover there, breathing her in, the taste of her still thick on my tongue and I just stare at her.
She’s never looked more beautiful.
I rest my palm flat on her stomach, needing the weight of it, the contact. She’s still trembling.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I say.
It’s not some throwaway line, but the truth, scraped straight from somewhere I didn’t know existed in me.
Because she is.
I slide up, press my mouth to hers in a kiss that’s all tongue and fucking desperation.
It’s messy.
Deep. Hot.
I kiss her like I’m drowning in her.
Her legs are still open under me. I could take her right now. Slide in slow, stretch her around my cock and fuck her until she forgets her own name.
God, I want to push inside and fuck her slow, then fuck her rough, have her whole body shaking, begging me not to stop. I want to be her first, her only, her fucking last.
