Page 111 of Broken Pieces
Mouth parted.
Staring up at me with wide eyes and that soft pant falling from her lips. The kind of look that hits me dead in the chest. That I-trust-you-with-every-piece-of-me look.
I should run. I don’t do virgins or delicate things.
Fuck… I don’t do this.
But I stay.
My hand’s still under her skirt, fingers pressed against lace soaked through with her need, still pulsing, still begging.
“Say it again,” I breathe.
Thumb dragging over that damp heat. Barely any pressure, but enough to tease her, to watch her hips twitch because of my fingers.
She breathes in sharp. Eyes dipping away with a flicker of panic.
This is the first time I’ve ever seen fear on her face. The girl with teeth and fire, who I’ve never seen flinch, not once.
“I’ve never been with anyone,” she says, barely a whisper.
Fuck me.
I lean in. Lips barely brushing the corner of her mouth. My breath thick against her cheek. Voice low, tight, on edge.
“You mean to tell me you’ve been walking around all this time with no one tasting this pretty pussy?” I drag my mouth to her jaw, breathing her in.“Because that’s a fucking crime.”
My fingers press harder against the soaked heat.
She gasps. Her hips lift, chasing more.
That sound hits me low. Straight to my cock, making it throb.
I drag my mouth to her ear, my voice rough, filthy.
“No one’s ever spread these thighs wide and made this pussy come apart?” My thumb circles, right over that swollen clit, her breath hitching as if I’ve just cracked her open.
“No one has ever got on their knees and worshiped this cunt with their mouth? Tongue-fucked you until your legs shook. Sucked on this pretty little clit until you were dripping all over their face.”
Her thighs twitch again. My cock jerks behind my zipper, it’s hard and ready, dying to sink into that wet heat.
“No,” she says, breath stuttering.
My fingers keep working, slower now, teasing, coaxing. She’s so damn responsive.
My teeth graze her jaw, then I whisper it right against her skin, “Baby, I’d spend all fucking night down there. Mouth full of you. Cock hard. Just to hear how you sound when you come for me.”
She moans, head tipped back, throat exposed like she’s offering it up just for me.
My mouth drags along the line of it, tongue slow, tasting every inch of that soft skin while she trembles beneath me. I suck just beneath her jaw, let my teeth scrape before I bite down hard enough to make her gasp. Then I soothe it with a slow lick, lips brushing her pulse, cock aching at how fucking sweet she sounds.
“Fuck, baby,” I breathe against her skin, voice rough, wrecked, and hungry. “You’ve got no fucking idea the shit I wanna do to you. Got no clue how long I’ve wanted my mouth on you.”
I move back on my knees, eyes dragging over every inch of her.
Her chest rising fast, nipples hard under her shirt.
“Relax,” I growl, sliding my hands up the inside of her thighs. “I’m gonna take care of you, now. Give you every filthy fucking second you’ve earned.”
