Page 9 of Break Me Slow


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“I’ve got a few fucking words for you.”

“I bet you do.” He puts a hand on the side of my face and turns my head to the mirror. “Don’t look away and don’t close your eyes. I’ll spank your ass raw if you do either.”

The idea of that sends a tingle up my spine. I played around like that with Patrick, but he was worried about hurting me, something I was never concerned with. I have a feeling Jude would do it if I asked.

But I can’t right now. Because I hear him opening a satchel of lube he must’ve been carrying on him. He reaches over my shoulder to hand me a condom. “Open that with your teeth when I tell you to.”

I nod numbly, then his hands are at my ass, and he’s sliding a lube-slicked finger into me. I gasp and let my head fall forward.

Just as quickly as it entered, the finger disappears, and Jude spanks my ass again.

I yelp and jerk back.

“I told you to look in the mirror at all times,” Jude says, his voice a growl. “Now are you gonna behave?”

“Yes.” My voice is shaky. Hell, my whole body is shaky.

Jude slides the finger in again, only giving me a second to adjust before he’s sliding another, then another. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He grunts as he works me open.

I stare at our reflections in the mirror. My face is red and sweaty already. My eyes are blown wide with lust.

Jude’s staring at my ass, watching his fingers slide in and out of me. And the thought of him doing that turns me on so much that I almost come in the sink.

“Open that condom,” he orders. His gaze fastens on the mirror, watching me as I lift the condom with a shaking hand and use my teeth to rip the packet open.

Jude slides his fingers back out. “Still green?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Then put your hands on the sink. I’m not gonna take it easy on you.”

I grapple for the sink, the porcelain cold under my hot skin. My heartbeat’s roaring in my ears, and I don’t know how on earth I’m actually going to last through him fucking me because I have to come so hard, I’m seeing stars.

Jude pushes into me, almost hesitant at first. And, fuck, it burns. I’ve gotten off with dildos over the last couple years, but it’s nothing like this. He’s so thick and long, and I can hear him grunting with exertion behind me as he works himself in.

I take a breath as my muscles clench against the sudden intrusion. He’s so big that it feels as though he barely worked me open at all.

“Relax your ass,” Jude orders. “You’re taking all of me.”

I whimper at the idea, and he reaches around to grip my balls, cutting off my orgasm.

“Uh-uh,” he says. “Not until I tell you to.”

“Okay.” It’s barely a word, but he still hears.

He keeps my balls clenched tight in his hand as he pushes all the way in, bottoming out deep inside me.

I cry out and squeeze my eyes shut before remembering Jude told me not to do that. I open them quickly because I don’t want anything to stop this. I feel so full, so complete, and when he starts pumping and thrusting, it pushes me further into the sink, closer to the mirror.

“That’s it,” Jude says, pistoning his hips over and over, dragging his dick out of me all the way to the tip before shoving back in again. “Look at us, Max. Look at how well you’re taking my cock.”

I can’t say anything. All my words have dried up in the heat from the pleasure. I don’t think I could even tell someone my name right now.

Instead, I do what he says and watch our reflections. Watch as Jude pushes in and out of me, watch as he bites his bottom lip suddenly. He stutters behind me, then releases my balls. He wraps his hand around my dick and pumps twice.

He presses his lips to my ear. “Come for me, Max. Let me see what you’ve been holding onto for this.”

I can’t do anything but obey. I come hard, yelling and spraying the entire fucking sink. My body shakes as Jude rides out his own orgasm, pushing me once again almost to the point of pain before he stills and releases into the condom.