Page 56 of Broken Pieces
I spill hard, my release flooding her mouth, hot and unrelenting.
My hips jerk, nerves firing all at once, my grip locking in her hair, holding her there, forcing her to take every last drop.
She gags, a soft choke against the pressure, but she doesn’t pull away. She stays right there, swallowing me down, her lips stretched tight, mouth wet and ruined.
She looks up at me through that mess, and fuck, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I ride it out, every pulse dragging another ragged groan out of me, until I’m emptied and trembling, my chest heaving, my cock still twitching in her mouth.
Slowly, my grip loosens in her hair. My hand falls useless to my side.
I’m completely fucking wrecked.
Silence slams down around us.
My chest won’t calm, breath tearing in and out heavy and uneven.
Skylar’s still on her knees, spit shining on her lips, her hands hanging at her sides.
I drag my eyes off her.
What the fuck did I just do.
This wasn’t just about her mouth on my cock under the night sky.
It was more.
A step I didn’t think about until it was already done, the heat of her dragging me past the point of stopping.
I wanted it. I wanted her. That’s the fucking truth.
I should’ve pulled back. Stopped before this turned into something I can’t walk away from. But I didn’t.
And now I’m stuck in it, caught in the mess of wanting her so fucking bad my body still aches for her.
She’s in my breath, in the fire running through my veins. The thought of stepping off this rooftop and pretending that this never happened is fucked.
But if I don’t put distance here and shut this down, then I’ll be hers. I’ll chase her. I’ll drown in her until I can’t see straight.
And I can’t let that fucking happen.
She doesn’t deserve this.
I know exactly what I am.
A fucking wrecking ball. Nothing steady, nothing safe. Just destruction. I fucking destroy until there’s nothing left butpieces, then I walk away without a second glance. That’s the pattern. The only thing I’ve ever been good at.
And I never wanted her on that list.
Skylar’s been through hell already.
Foster homes, scars no one sees, a life that’s taken more from her than it’s ever given. She doesn’t need me tearing at those seams. She doesn’t need the kind of hurt I bring. She deserves something steady, not the destruction I leave behind.
Because that’s all I fucking know how to do.
I shove my cock back into my jeans, zip the fly, fingers clumsy.
I keep my eyes on anything but her. The tin under my boots. The shadows swallowing the edges of the roof. Anything that keeps me from locking on to her eyes and undoing every bit of distance I’m clawing for.
