Page 31 of Broken
Sure, we have to stop kissing for a moment, but now she’s bare.
Fuck, she’s not even wearing panties.
I groan as I skim over her arms, her sides, lifting to cup her breasts, and then lower to pull her to me with a hand on her ass, the other sinking between us.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.”
She rolls her hips and I sink a finger into her. She was tight that first—and only—time we were together. She’s just as snug now.
Her inner walls clench and I add a second finger. She goes up on her toes as I work her.
Our lips part and she pants, rolling her hips.
I watch. How can I not? She’s gorgeous. As perfect as I remember, even more so. At eighteen, she hadn’t grown into the womanly curves she has now. A lush roundness to her breasts, her hips.
We aren’t virgins any longer, and she knows what she wants.
“Greedy pussy,” I whisper in her ear as her cheeks flush and her mouth opens on a moan.
I rub my palm over her clit. I’ll take her, but not before I watch her come.
When she does, her cry echoes off the walls. Only when she slumps against me do I pull my fingers free. Instead of fumbling for my dick as I would have way back when, I put my dripping fingers to my mouth and lick them clean.
Her taste…Fuck.
I scoop her up, carry her the few feet to the unmade bed, lower her to it, and drop to my knees at the edge. She’s wilted so it’s easy to move her as I want. I throw her legs over my shoulders and look at the treasure before me.
I didn’t get to do this before, to taste her.
“Chance,” she moans as she tangles her fingers in my hair
I’m ravenous for her, to get her essence on my tongue, to learn what makes her moan, what makes her drip for me. I’m tempted to stay here, eat her for hours…
But I don’t tease her. No.
We’ve had almost fifteen years of it and I won’t wait a second longer to give Avery pleasure.
I push her to the brink and then let her glide over. She offers a whimper and a deep clench of her inner muscles.
“Chance, please,” she breathes.
I slide up her body, kissing my way over her heated skin. “What do you need? I’ll give it to you.”
When I’m hovering over her, she blinks her eyes open and smiles. An open, honest smile that I haven’t seen in so long.
“In me. Please.”
I open my belt buckle and get my jeans undone, my cock out in record time. I don’t do more than push my pants out of the way before I’m over her and nudging at her entrance.
I hold her gaze as I thrust deep.
And pretty much die of the most perfect pleasure.
I groan. Growl. Moan. Whatever the sound, it’s ripped from me.
“Mine,” I say as her pussy flutters, adjusting to being filled. I’m not small and she sure as hell remembers now.
“Chance.”
