Page 56 of Broken Saint

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Page 56 of Broken Saint

“I’m being gentle.”

“Well, fucking stop it. I never came to you for gentle. Now, show me what you’ve got, Playboy.”

I squeeze my eyes closed, desperately trying to keep my resolve to do this right, but then she squeezes me again, her nails digging into my back so hard she must draw blood, and my inner animal takes over.

15

ELLA

“OH MY FUCKING GOD,” I scream as Colton reminds me just what falling into bed with him is like.

Fucking incredible, that’s what it is.

My skin is slick with sweat, I’m panting like a whore, and my wobbly bits are jiggling, but for the first time in a very long time, I do not care.

His touch burns in the best possible way, and he gazes at me like I’m something special, pushing all my insecurities and worries aside.

Right now, we’re just two young adults letting loose and forgetting that anything outside the two of us exists.

We’re just Ella and Colt at some college party, celebrating one of his wins in the only way we knew how.

My hands slide down his back as I moan in delight, my next release in touching distance. Grabbing his ass, I drag him closer, trying to get him as deep as physically possible.

“Bombshell, you dirty, dirty girl,” he groans as he continues thrusting hard. Every single muscle in his powerful body is locked up as he plows into me.

I fucking love it.

“Oh god. Yes. Yes. Colton,” I chant as he hits that perfect spot over and over.

My eyes lower, desperate to cut off every sense but those of my nerve endings tingling.

“Don’t. Watch me as you come. I want you to see exactly who’s making it happen.”

Oh god.

I swallow roughly and fight like hell to do as I’m told and keep my eyes on his.

“Good girl,” he praises. “More?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“Good, because you’re getting it.”

With the kind of precision I expect from Colt, he fucks me straight into the most dizzying release I’ve experienced since…well…the last time we were together.

“Not done with you yet,” he grunts before pulling out, flipping me over, and thrusting straight back into me.

“Colton fucking Rogers,” I scream as he throws me headfirst into another orgasm.

Fuck me, this man is good.

With his grip so tight on my hips, I’ve no doubt that I’ll have bruises tomorrow.

“Oh fuck, Ella. No one has ever felt this fucking good,” he bellows, bottoming out inside me.

He hits me so deep it makes my eyes roll back and yet another release build.

My entire body trembles with exhaustion from the first two. Add the bit of yoga I did with Letty earlier and it’s seen more action today than it has in about three years.




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