Page 57 of Every Single Broken Piece
Her palms frantically brush all over my chest, and when she begins to rub herself faster against my cock, she grabs hold of my neck and lets out a needy sound.
Pulling one hand away from her hair, I find the swell of her breast. Getting to touch her so intimately while we grind against each other has me losing my mind.
Breaking the kiss, I yank at her shirt and roughly rip it over her head before tossing it God knows where. I shove the lace of her bra down, and getting my first look at her breasts, I almost come right then and there.
I stop thrusting, but Kelcie keeps moving, pushing me dangerously close to the edge.
My palm covers her breast while I bring my other hand down to feast on all her silky skin that’s on display for me.
“Fuck,” I hiss, sweat breaking out all over my body.
I thrust harder, and Kelcie rides me as if her life depends on it, our movements turning choppy.
Even though I know the pleasure has been building, I’m totally caught off guard when ecstasy rips through me. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
My arms shoot around Kelcie, and I squash her to me while I bury my face against her neck. I come so fucking hard, my vision goes spotty, and it rips a growl from my chest.
My body jerks as I empty myself in my goddamn jeans, and I lose all sense of time.
As the pleasure begins to ebb away, my senses return one after the other.
Finally, I’m able to lift my head, and I’m met with a proud grin on Kelcie’s face. “It looked like youreallyenjoyed that.”
“You have no fucking idea,” I say while trying to catch my breath.
Then I realize, I held her so tight she couldn’t reach her own release because I stopped her from moving.
In a single move, I get up, turn us, and lay Kelcie down on the couch. It’s only then I see the long surgical scar down the middle of her chest.
As I bring my fingers to the swollen skin, I notice I’m slightly trembling.
“It’s an eyesore,” Kelcie whispers.
I shake my head hard. “Don’t ever say that again.” I lean down and caress her scar with my lips. “There’s not an inch of you that’s not beautiful.”
My mouth finds her nipples, taking turns to lavish each one with attention while I undo the button on her jeans and pull down her zipper.
I press kisses over her stomach before I tug the fabric off her legs. Pushing her knees apart, I look down at where she’s wet for me, and for the first time ever, I’m filled with hunger to taste a woman down there.
Grabbing hold of Kelcie’s right thigh, I pull her leg over my shoulder as I duck down to swipe my tongue over her.
One taste is all it takes. I’m instantly addicted.
Unable to get enough of her, I lick and suck, drinking every drop of arousal she gives me.
So fucking incredible.
“Levi,” Kelcie cries, her fingers gripping my hair as she holds on for dear life. “Oh God. Please. Please. Please.”
Moving one of my hands to between her thighs, I push my middle finger inside her tight warmth and groan against her clit.
Kelcie arches and tilts her head back, and a second later, I feel her inner walls grip the fuck out of my finger as she comes.
My woman unravels fast, her body shaking from the pleasure I’m giving her, and it fills my chest with pride and satisfaction.
I lap up all of her arousal until she comes down from her high, then I crawl up her body, kissing every inch of skin I can until I reach her mouth.
Lying down on top of Kelcie, I rest my forearms on either side of her face and take my sweet time kissing her.
