Page 32 of Breaking Him

His cock was long and hard beneath me, poking into my belly. That, plus the way he’d said that rough curse, had me aching for more. I spread my legs wider, moaning as I did. Teasing him like I said I would. Pushing him to hit me again. Desperate for it.

Eli stilled, and I knew he was looking at me, at how wet I was. He cursed again, then he spanked me harder. Three times.

I nearly came.

He rubbed and squeezed, deepening the ache, then he did it again. “Spread wider.”

I did as he said.

His hand came down between my legs, the wet slap against my swollen lips tipping me over the edge. I screamed and started to come. Eli growled and pressed his hand against my convulsing flesh, applying pressure, rubbing, dragging it out.

Before I could catch my breath, he gently turned me so he could cradle me in his massive arms.

He brushed the hair back from the side of my sweaty face. “Okay, angel?”

I rested my head against his chest, clinging to him. “Yes.” That’s all I could manage. I was feeling so many different things in that moment, but there was no way I could verbalize a single one.

Eli held me tight, nuzzling me, kissing me. “You did so good, darlin’. So good,” he rasped into my hair. “God, you blow me away, sweetheart.”

His praise made me happy in a way I’d never experienced, like there was a light shining inside me, bright and warm. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His expression was soft, lips parted, awe, affection, excitement in his eyes. He was beautiful.

“The way you came like that…” He seemed as lost for words as I was. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. “It felt good, didn’t it, Abigail? You liked what we just did?”

My ass throbbed in the best way, and I’d just come so hard, my sex was still lightly pulsing. To say I liked it was a gross understatement. “Yes. God, Eli, yes. So much.”

His rough-skinned hand slid down to my ass, smoothing over a tender cheek. He nuzzled my hair again. “Everything I ever imagined…the way you just came against me like that…shit, angel, you surpassed any fantasy I’ve ever had.”

My nipples pebbled. “Mine, too.”

A sound vibrated from his chest, deep and low. “God, Abi.” He tilted my face up and stared into my eyes, the muscle in his jaw ticking. “You’re all soft and sated in my arms, looking at me that way you do, and all I want to do is protect you, look after you, make you feel good. Will you let me, darlin’?”

“Yes.” I touched his cheek. “I want to take care of you, too.”

His breath released on a rough exhale, and his hand slid from my ass to between my thighs. He rubbed gently, and I moaned, hips moving with his hand before I knew what I was doing.

“You ready for more?” he rasped. “Because I want inside you so bad it hurts.”

“Yes. Please.”

His nostrils flared. “Sweetheart, I want to hold you down and fuck you so hard the walls shake.” His fingers dipped between my cheeks, and he massaged me there, toying with my ass, sending a shiver of need through me. “Abigail, I want to claim every part of you. Will you let me?”

Chapter Eleven

His body trembled, hungry need in his eyes. He wanted this from me, badly. His hands traveled restlessly over my bare skin. “You like my fingers inside here…” He pressed the tip against my hole, and I bore down on it, or tried to. He held me still. “Don’t you, angel?”

I was wet between my thighs, swollen and throbbing. I wanted it. I wanted whatever he wanted to do to me. I don’t know what that said about me, but I didn’t care. It felt right. All of it. “I love everything you do to me,” I whispered. “You make me ache, Eli.”

His breath was shaky when he released it. “I’ll make it good. I’ll make you come so hard.”

His cock was a steel rod under me through his jeans, and I wanted it in me in a way that went beyond desperate.

He kissed my lips, then lifted me and placed me on the bed. “Lie back. I’m going to play with you for a while first, get you so damn wet you’re begging for it, darlin’. Need to fuck you before I flip you over and slide into your tight ass.” He reached down and cupped his cock through the denim, squeezing while his gaze roamed over my skin.

He’d been growing more confident over these last couple of weeks, the things he said, did. But this was something else, new, and hearing those dirty words coming from his lips had me writhing on the bed.

“Hold on to the headboard and don’t let go.”

I lifted my hands over my head instantly.