Page 122 of Breakaway Hearts

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Page 122 of Breakaway Hearts

“Uh uh.” He bites it gently as if in punishment. “You missed a word. Try again, Firefly.”

I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face, even as my stomach flutters.

“My boyfriend is sucking on my nipple,” I correct, then arch off the bed when he does it again, even harder this time. There’s so much sensation that it’s right at the edge between pleasure and pain, and I can feel it all the way down to my clit.

“There you go,” he murmurs when he releases me from his mouth and kisses his way to my other breast. “So fucking good for me. God, my girlfriend has the most gorgeous tits. I want to suffocate myself in these.”

“Please don’t.” I laugh softly. “I’d really like to keep you alive. I kind of like you.”

He smirks. “Always looking out for me.”

Then he latches his lips around my breast and takes a long pull, teasing my nipple with his tongue. I cry out, squirming beneath him at the overload of sensations, and he groans, grinding his cock against me.

“Fuck, you make me so hard,” he mutters, lapping at my breast. “I need to put my mouth on you. Want to fuckingdevouryou.”

He moves down the bed, settling between my legs, and I let them fall open for him, gazing down at him as he grips my thighs. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the sight of his broad shoulders between my thighs like this, or the way he gazes down at my pussy like he’s staring at a feast before he licks me for the first time—but I suppose now I’ll have a lot of time to try.

“Look at this pussy,” he groans. “So pink and flushed. So wet for me already.”

He drags his tongue all the way up my slit like he’s tasting me, savoring me, and when he gets to my clit, he circles it with slow, sensual movements.

“Reese,” I gasp, fisting the sheets as my thigh muscles clench.

“Yeah, Firefly?” His voice is muffled. “What does my girlfriend want?”

“Make me come. Please.”

He hums against my clit. “With fucking pleasure.”

Then he starts to eat me out in earnest, stroking his tongue over my clit before spearing me with it, fucking me as deep as he can go. I know he likes it when I’m loud, so I don’t hold anything back, whimpering and sighing and moaning for him as he works me up until so much pleasure is buzzing through my veins that I can barely think straight.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” Reese demands. “Tell me.”

“You,” I manage to say, my toes curling as he picks up the pace of his tongue. “It’s yours, Reese. I’m yours.”

“That’s right, baby. So come for me.”

He presses my thighs wider, making the muscles burn at the stretch as he closes his mouth over my clit, sucking on it the same way he did with my nipple. Then he bites down on it gently, and white light tinges the edges of my vision as I come hard. He releases his hold on my thighs, allowing me to clamp them around his head as I ride his face, grinding against his tongue to draw out the pleasure.

My muscles finally go lax as the orgasm recedes, and Reese looks up at me, wiping away the wetness on his chin.

“I could eat you for hours,” he tells me, his voice husky. “But if my cock doesn’t get inside that pussy soon, I think I might die. You feeling okay? How are your bruises?”

“They’re fine. And I told you,” I add, laughing as I pull him up to hover over me, his hips settling between my legs. “No dying. I plan to keep you around for a long time.”

“Anything for you.”

He gives me a lopsided grin, dropping his head to kiss me as his cock nudges at my entrance. As he starts to press inside, he draws back, bracing his hands on either side of my head.

“Look down,” he commands. “Watch the way your pussy stretches around my cock. See how fucking well we fit together? How perfect that is?”

My gaze drops downward, my breath catching at the sight. It’s dirty and sexy and… perfect, just like he said. It makes me wonder how we both spent so many days and weeks resisting this connection between us, trying to hide the truth behind a veneer of friendship. Because right now, the two of us together feels undeniable and inevitable. Like it was always meant to be this way.

“You see it, don’t you?” Reese grits out, pulling back and then surging forward to bottom out inside me. He fucks me with longs strokes as I keep watching. “You were fucking made for me, Callie. This cock is yours.I’myours.”

I nod, gripping his forearms to steady myself as he picks up speed, driving into me harder. A sheen of sweat builds on his skin, his hair falling down over his forehead as he fucks me like he’ll never stop. The bed squeaks in protest beneath us, rocking just a little with every deep thrust, and Reese keeps himself braced on one arm as the other hand snakes down between us.

The pads of his fingers work my clit, and I’m still so keyed up from the intensity of my first orgasm that I’m already halfway to a second. He mutters filthy words of praise, telling me how good I am, how beautiful, and all the while, he never stops moving.




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