Page 55 of Broken Saint

“Ella,” I breathe, releasing my cock in favor of cupping her face. “Ready?”

She nods once, and I thrust forward.

Her back arches, her chin lifts, and her eyes close as she takes me.

“Shit,” she gasps, and I immediately still.

“You okay?” I ask in a rush, hating the idea of hurting her.

Her eyes flicker open, and she studies me. Really fucking studies me. I swear in that moment, she can see right down into my soul, read all my darkest secrets and sacred fears.

“I-it’s been a while.”

“Motherfucker,” I grit out, both loving that he’s a prick and hating that he hasn’t looked after someone as incredible as Ella. “I’ve got you, Bombshell. We can start again,” I offer without thinking about the weight of my words.

Think with your head, Rogers. Not your cock.

Those damn tears reappear before me, and unable to watch as she takes my words exactly the way they sounded, I slam my lips down on hers.

I want to give her everything. I always did. But it’s not as easy as that.

Getting stuck with me will be a curse she’d regret. And I can’t do that to anyone, especially my bombshell.

She deserves better. So much better than what a life with me could entail.

Refusing to allow my thoughts to take over, I roll my hips, testing to see if she’s ready. She mewls into our kiss and her nails rake across my back.

“Fuck, Ella. Fuck,” I moan, upping my speed and remembering all over again why I became so addicted to her.

It’s not just because she’s a fucking epic person, but also because she has the best pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of sticking my dick into.

She’s right. I am a shameless player.

“Colton,” she cries, throwing her head back and breaking our kiss as I bottom out in her.

“So fucking good.”

The temptation to sit up and fuck her with wild abandon is so strong, I almost cave. Years without this makes me impatient as fuck to take her hard and fast. But then I remember her comment earlier about only thinking with my dick, and I manage to rein myself in.

Treat her how she deserves, asshole.

Put her first for fucking once.

So I do.

Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I reclaim her lips as I fuck her. Hell, is it even classified as fucking with how slow I’m going? Am I…am I actually making lo?—

No.

No, that is not what is happening here.

I’m just…being thoughtful and easing her in.

That’s—

“Oh fuck, bombshell,” I groan when she squeezes down on me, making me almost lose my damn mind.

“You’re holding back,” she forces out.