Page 117 of Every Single Broken Piece
I do as I’m told, then watch as my man pulls his zipper down and frees his deliciously hard manhood. My mouth salivates just looking at his velvety skin stretched over the steel that’s going to pleasure the hell out of me.
His fingers wrap around his hardness, and the sight of him stroking himself has my abdomen clenching unbelievably hard.
“Please,” Levi groans.
“One p.m.”
He steps right up to me and drags the swollen head over my needy clit. “Please.”
“Twelve,” I moan.
Levi teases my opening, only giving me half an inch. “Please.”
“Eleven.”
Shoot. What’s the time?
My eyes dart to the clock on the wall, and I see it’s seven a.m.
His other hand shoots up, and he grips me by the front of my throat, his touch firm enough to get my attention without hurting me.
“Eyes on me,” he commands.
My gaze instantly locks with his, and it feels like he’s rewarding me when he pushes an inch deeper inside me. My lips part, and my lashes lower slightly from how good it feels.
“Please,” he rasps.
With his other hand, he grips my hip to keep me in place.
My core flushes with heat as I say, “Ten thirty.”
Levi surges inside me with so much force, my body jerks, and his hold on me is the only thing stopping me from shifting back on the island.
His hand around my throat eases and brushes down the front of my body, the hungry look he’s giving me downright sinful.
“Please,” he growls.
My reply is nothing but a mere gasp. “Ten.”
Slowly, he pulls out before forcefully thrusting forward.
“This little impromptu game might just be the end of me if you don’t start moving faster,” I say.
Levi chuckles, a hot smirk tugging at his mouth as he once again unhurriedly eases out of me. “Please.”
My inner thighs begin to tremble from the relentless need he’s creating in me. With my gaze still locked with his, I purr, “Nine thirty.”
While he yanks my butt toward him, he fills me hard, hitting so deep my arms give way and I slump back onto the island. This time, I’m the one begging, “Please.”
Levi’s fingers dig into my backside, keeping me hoisted right where he wants me as he starts taking me rough and fast.
“Nine,” he growls.
My back arches, my hands blindly searching for something to hold onto as I whimper, “Please.”
“As soon as I’m done coming inside you, you’ll give me the gift.”
He finally angles himself to hit my G-spot, and I cry, “Yes!”
