Page 125 of Broken Pieces
She nods quickly, her voice soft but certain. “Yeah. It still feels kinda weird.”
God, this is the best fuck I’ve ever had, and I haven’t even started fucking her yet.
I move slowly, with shallow thrusts, letting her adjust, waiting until the tension in her muscles starts to fade.
Every push in has me fighting for control; every pull out leaves me aching. Watching my cock slide in and out of her pussy has my balls tightening, ready to explode. If I go too fast, I’ll blow before she’s had the chance to enjoy it.
I reach up and cup her breast, thumb brushing her nipple, then I squeeze.
She hisses, and fuck, that sound shoots straight to my cock. My hips jerk forward on instinct, burying myself to the hilt.
She gasps beneath me, pussy stretching and tensing around my cock.
I freeze there, deep inside her, giving her a second to breathe through the stretch, through the way I’m fucking claiming every inch of her from the inside out.
She’s so fucking tight. So warm. So goddamn perfect it’s almost unbearable. I lean down, crushing my mouth to hers. Tongues tangling. Breaths stolen.
I kiss her slow. My tongue sliding against hers, tasting her, devouring her. I want her to know what she’s unlocked.
The kiss slows my pulse just enough to keep me from spilling inside her, but it doesn’t make anything easier. My balls are already pulling tight, and we’ve barely started.
Then I move.
Slow.
Deep.
I pull nearly all the way out, until only the head of my cock sits inside her, then I ease back in, burying myself until I’m balls-deep again.
With each thrust, her breath hitches. Her back arches. Her body meets mine, her hips rolling, fucking chasing every inch of me as I move.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I whisper. My hips grind down, and I press my body tighter against hers, pausing. “Just give me a minute before I lose it and finish inside you like a horny teenager.” I breathe the words into her mouth, my lips brushing hers.
Because if she keeps making those sexy fucking sounds, keeps pulling me in deeper with that greedy, dripping pussy, I know I won’t last. And right now… I want to watch her come on my cock before I do that.
She bursts into a giggle at what I just said and hastily covers her mouth, eyes wide, breathless with amusement and desire.
I lift my head from her neck and give her a slow, cocky grin.
“Yeah, laugh all you want. Don’t hold back, because it’s the fucking truth. Your pussy is so fucking tight and I love it.”
I breathe her in, her scent wrapping around me, sweet and dizzying.
Slowly, I shift, sliding one arm beneath her hips and lifting her just enough to keep her shoulders flat, her ass tipped perfectly into me. So I can sink deeper.
She stares up at me, pupils blown, lips parted, as if she’s trying to figure out what the fuck I’m about to do.
That’s when I fuck her, one deep, slow thrust, and I find that sweet spot that makes her back arch and her mouth fall open in a moan that shreds me from the inside out.
“Oh God… please, don’t stop,” she pleads, voice cracked, breathless.
Her nails dig into my arms as I roll my hips the way she needs, hitting that spot again and again, grinding into it.
She moans louder this time, a filthy, helpless sound that goes straight to my balls.
“Good?” I ask, breath jagged, watching her unravel beneath me.
“Fuck, yeah,” she cries out, before she moans again, high and desperate, and her whole body trembles.
