Page 25 of Broken
The cock ring, along with the intensity of their connection, had her hurtling toward another orgasm, but she needed to slow them down and appreciate him while she had him.
She broke the kiss. “Girl on top.”
Still rooted inside her, he rolled them over. Now, she was in the driver’s seat.
She sat up and stared down at him. The fire in his eyes turned her inside out. He was all man, and for the next few hours, he was her perfect escape.
He massaged her tits, teased her sensitive nipples. She started gliding on his shaft, the euphoria spiraling through her with every thrust, the cock ring stimulating her clit.
Though she wanted to stare into his eyes, fucking him felt too good, and her eyes fluttered closed. She started moving faster, exhilaration sending her higher and higher.
“Fuck, Jack, you feel good.”
She opened her eyes to find him waiting. Lips parted, breathing jagged, hooded eyes. She’d missed being able to bring him the ultimate pleasure, having that kind of absolute power over him when they played.
She raised her arms over her head as his cock firmed to steel inside her slicked pussy. His groans turned to grunts and his eyes closed. His orgasm shot out of him, the force making him grunt her name through gritted teeth.
“Fuck, Jack. I’m coming.”
She nursed him through his orgasm, until he stilled beneath her. Seconds passed. He opened his heavy-lidded eyes, but he seemed far, far away.
She wondered if he’d been thinking about someone else. An unexpected sadness curled around her heart. Pushing off him, she shoved away the melancholy. This was a hook up with a former sex partner. She knew nothing about him and she planned on keeping it that way.
One night of guilt-free pleasure until the club closed and they parted ways… this time for good.
5
THE PARTY
Prescott
Prescott didn’t like that she’d pulled off him, especially since she hadn’t come. “Not so fast.”
Jack leaned down and kissed him. “That was for you.”
“Cock ring’s for you.”
Knock-knock.
“Closing in thirty,” said a woman.
“I’m gonna head out,” Jack replied.
“We’re not finished.”
“Maybe we can pick up where we left off, tomorrow night, around eleven.”
He leaned up on his elbows as she threw on her leather outfit. He loved how she slid into those hot little shorts and how she rocked that leather bra, but he hated that she was bolting.
“Why so late?”
“I’m in town for a thing.”
Pushing off the bed, he pulled off the cock ring. “I’ll walk you out.”
“I got this.”
He laid his hand on her shoulder. “Donotleave without me. It’s late. Guys have been drinking. Idiots who’ve been drinking can be dangerous.”
