Page 55 of Broken Pieces
He is so in control of every part of my body I can’t object. He took control yesterday too. I thought I would hate it, that it would bring back too many bad memories but the way he ravished me while being in control made it so much hotter than I thought sex ever could be.
I bend over so my ass is in line with my hands. He doesn’t take long to grab my hips and thrust into me hard and deep. I scream at the sudden intrusion, my body beginning to shake from the pleasure coursing through it.
He wraps one hand around my front and starts to massage circles into my clit. I am so close to exploding. I meet every one of his thrusts, our groans even riding in sync. “Come for me.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I explode around his dick and within seconds he pulls out as I feel hot spurts of his cum over my back and ass.
I can barely breathe. I want to collapse onto the shower floor.
But Brooks grabs me around the waist and turns me around. “You are so beautiful, Rae. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get enough of you.”
I press my lips against his. “You can have as much as you want.”
He groans at my statement before bringing his lips back to mine.
* * *
“You look awfully chipper right now.” I glance over at Summer as she plops into the pool lounge chair next to me.
I am blasting some music on my phone and drinking a margarita. “I am always chipper when I have a margarita.”
She stares at my cup in lust. “What I wouldn’t give to have one of those.”
“You have a few more months before you can.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me.”
I glance over my sunglasses at her. “You love being pregnant.”
“I don’t know, Rae. I think I love margaritas more.”
I crack up and take another sip.
“But enough about me. What’s got you in such a good mood?”
“Not a thing,” I say nonchalantly.
She grabs my margarita from me.
“Hey!” I yell.
“Not a thing? Really? Nothing to do with what I may or may not have witnessed yesterday.”
“You didn’t see a thing!”
She grins at me. “You’re right I didn’t. But I do see those bruises on your hips that look an awful lot like fingerprints.”
I glance down at my hip bones and sure enough light bruises are appearing.
“Cat got your tongue?”
Before I can answer Brooks comes strolling up to the pool.
“Afternoon, ladies,” he says, tipping his ball cap at us.
I can’t help but stare at him. Especially after what I let him do to my body. Not that I am complaining. I loved every second of it.
His swim trunks hang low on his hips and all I can think about is his monster dick inside of them. My eyes look up his body, on those abs I don’t think I’ll ever tire of. I reach his face and notice he still hasn’t shaved, his five o’clock shadow growing more prominent. I lick my lips as I glance at his eyes that seem to be focused only on me.