Page 54 of Break Me Gently

“Zach,” she moaned.

Yeah. That would be the only name she cried out from those lips for the rest of her life.

I took my time massaging her breasts, sucking on those sweet nipples until they hardened fully beneath my tongue. Her desperation was a bonus.

I pulled back and shoved my sweatpants down.

“I hope you’re hungry,” I murmured, carefully climbing over her until I faced her lace-clad pussy.

I dropped to my elbows, hissing when I felt her fingers curl around my cock. There was zero hesitation as she pulled it toward her chin, guiding it into her warm, wet mouth.

I peeled away the black scrap of fabric between her thighs—saturated and ruined, just the way I liked it. I paused to inhale her scent, but her mouth was already working my cock. I spread my knees and pressed deeper, until I felt the back of her throat, her tongue working around the length of me.

“That’s it. Get me nice and wet for your throat,” I said, before spreading her thighs open.

I buried my face into her sweet pussy, licking her top to bottom before pushing my tongue into her hot little hole. Her muffled moans had me rocking my hips, feeding her more of my cock inch by inch.

Her hands moved to my ass, cupping my balls just as I hit the back of her throat again. After the initial gag, she held herself open for me, saliva flowing freely as I fucked that tight little throat with everything I had, moaning into her pussy the entire time I ate her out.

The combination of sounds filling the room was filthy—wet, desperate, unashamed—but my girl loved getting messy. This was how it went every single time we came back together.

It wasn’t until my balls landed on her face, and I held myself buried in her neck, feeling her throat contract around my cock, that I finally paused to enjoy the feel of her struggle—the way her nails dug into my flesh. I went back to licking her leisurely, teasing her clit before dragging my tongue down through her pink flesh.

She slapped my thigh, and I smiled.

“Suck it all down.”

She slapped me one final time before her lips tightened around the base of my cock, and I eased out before slamming back into her throat. Her groan vibrated all the way through me, and I gasped.

Fuck me.

I thrust my hips back and forth, until she settled back into holding herself open for me. The wet slap of my balls against her face was spectacular—for me, at least.

I slowed enough to suck on her clit.

My dirty girl had earned it.

Chapter 29

Amber

My jaw ached, but the darkest part of me loved this. My face was soaked from spit, tears, and precum. His pace slowed again, and that’s when I felt his mouth close over my clit, sucking on me. I pulled his hips down, working my lips toward the base until I held him inside my throat. I could feel him in my neck.

Hard, swollen, wet.

My empty pussy clutched and contracted around nothing. I moaned around his cock until he pulled free and climbed off me. I gasped immediately for air.

This was better than Scrabble.

“Now you look like my dirty girl,” he murmured, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

My eyes trailed down his body until I reached his cock, rising to meet his abdomen, the darker hair where his balls nestled. That hair had pressed against me while he’d used my mouth. I touched my aching lips, rubbing my fingers around them until I felt that deeper ache settle inside me too.

He dove onto the bed beside me, then hauled me up by the waist until I straddled him. I planted my hands on his chest, my hair falling forward around us.

I didn’t wait. I manoeuvred my legs and reached for his cock, my eyes locked on his green ones as I began lowering myself onto him. He raised his knees behind me, holding my thighs steady.

“Show me,” he murmured. “Show me what a dirty girl you are.”