Page 171 of Broken Pieces
He wants the words.
Wants to hear me beg.
“I asked you a question, baby,” he murmurs, voice thick with that dangerous edge that always does something to me. “How badly do you want my cock?”
“What do you think, asshole?” I snap, fisting one hand in his hair and yanking his face back between my thighs.
His low laugh rumbles against my pussy, lips brushing over me in a kiss that’s pure sin. The sound, the feel of it, sends a jolt straight through my spine.
“You want it that bad, huh?” he murmurs, mouth slick, eyes burning.
I bite down on my bottom lip, breath caught, heart thudding against my ribs. All I can do is nod as his thumb presses in soft circles over my clit.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans, pulling his head away and grabbing his cock, putting the head to my opening.
He doesn’t rush.
Just lines it up and lowers his mouth to my stomach, kissing a path along my skin while I tremble beneath him.
“Take a deep breath,” he whispers.
Then he pushes in.
My back arches, mouth falling open.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp.
It’s more than a stretch. It’s a possessive, punishing claim that leaves no doubt I belong to him.
He doesn’t stop.
He pulls back and drives deeper until he’s buried to the base, cock pulsing inside me, his hips flush against mine.
“Fuck,” he groans, the sound dragging from deep in his chest. “You’re so fucking tight, Sky.”
His head drops for a second, jaw clenched, breath ragged as he tries to hold it together.
Rising onto his knees, he holds my hips, pulling me hard against him. His grip is brutal. I know I’ll wear the bruises tomorrow, and the thought only turns me on more.
He pulls back slowly, then slams into me, the slap of skin-on-skin echoing through the room.
Again, and again.
My thighs shake, the bed jerking beneath us, but he doesn’t ease up. He pounds into me, eating every moan I give like it fuels him.
“You feel that?” he grits out, slamming deep. “That’s me owning this pussy.”
The pleasure is too much. My legs tremble. My vision blurs. He fucks me until I can’t remember my name. Until all I know is him… his cock, his voice as he ruins me all over again.
“Zane,” I whisper, voice trembling, my hand reaching for him, like he’s the only thing anchoring me to this world.
The need within me is wild. Bigger than anything I’ve ever known. It claws at my insides, consuming me until there’s nothing left but the ache of wanting him.
His gaze is full of fire.
It pins me in place, steals the air from my lungs. There’s no hiding under that stare. He sees everything. All my craving, the desperation. All of me.
“I love you,” he says, so quiet it nearly shatters me.
