Page 54 of Broken Pieces
I pull, it’s rough, guiding her down until her lips hover right there. The tip of my cock brushes her mouth, and the sight of it—her, on her knees, mouth inches from where I need her—nearly fucking undoes me.
Another curse rips from my throat. My jaw locks, teeth grinding, trying to hold it together. But I’m right on the edge.
“Open,” I growl. My voice is all wreckage and need, no space for mercy. “Now.”
She hesitates.
Her breath hits the head of my cock, and that pause cuts deeper than anything. My chest heaves. Every muscle is wired tight, caught between restraint and the brutal urge to shove her mouth open and take what I need.
She has no fucking clue what she does to me.
I’m trembling. Fucked with it. This needing, wanting, ready to lose control.
Then her lips part.
The first brush of her lips hits hard. Soft heat on the tip of my cock, and my vision flashes white. A hiss tears from my throat.
“Fuck, Skylar,” I grind out, voice wrecked. “Do it. Suck me.”
Her lips close around me and the fucking world slips sideways.
Heat slams through me, and for a second I forget how to breathe. My hand fists harder in her hair, holding her still, watching her mouth stretch around my cock.
It’s too much.
Too good.
The sight brands itself into me, a collision of filth and beauty I’ll never scrub out.
She’s hesitant. Careful.
Her mouth moves slowly, tongue sweeping over the head before sinking lower. Every second of it destroys me. My body jerks, broken sounds tearing from my throat, nothing controlled about the way I groan her name.
“Skylar…”
It comes out full of hunger I can’t hide.
My hips shift into her, desperate for more, chasing the edge even as I try to hold back.
She gags softly, and her eyes flick up to meet mine. That shine in her eyes is all it takes.
Heat crawls under my skin. My grip in her hair turns possessive. Because in that moon-lit moment, with my cock buried in her mouth and her stare locked on mine, she fucking owns me.
Because this is not just about getting off.
It’s her.
How her mouth around my cock feels like drowning and being dragged back to life in the same fucking breath. I’m too far gone to pretend this is casual. Too fucked to stop now.
“Yeah,” I rasp, chest heaving. “Take it. You’re doing so good.” The words tear out of me, half praise, half command. I want to shove deeper, to feel her throat tighten around every inch, but I hold back.
Her hand wraps around what her mouth can’t take, stroking me slow, matching the pull of her lips.
The friction is fucking perfect. It’s too much and not enough. My stomach twists tight, muscles coiled, every nerve pulled to the edge.
“Jesus, Skylar.” My voice breaks. My head falls back. Eyes slam shut. “You’re gonna fucking ruin me.”
I drag my gaze down again, needing to see her.
