Page 79 of Breaking Hollywood

Those two words.

Two fucking words.

And I’m undone.

My mouth crashes onto hers, and she immediately opens for me on a gentle moan that I feel all the way down to my cock.

My tongue sweeps inside her mouth.

Just one taste. And that’s it. I’ll stop after one taste of her.

I pull the tie from her hair, and my fingers slip inside the silky strands. I angle her head, so I can kiss her deeper.

Her hand is on my chest, sliding up, moving over the T-shirt I really wish I weren’t wearing right now and around to the back of my neck. Her leg shifts up mine.

With my other hand, I grab the back of her thigh and move her leg higher. I can feel the heat from her pussy against my thigh, through her clothes and mine.

I want to lick her, taste her, and hear her screaming my name.

I lick her mouth like I want to do to her pussy.

I’m burning. I’m an inferno. I’m out of control.

And I’m never out of control.

But, fuck, she feels good. Too good.

My tongue is plundering her mouth. My hand is moving higher up her thigh, and those soft whimpers that she makes with each climb of my hand are just fueling me on.

I don’t know how to stop. If I can stop.

My cock is like granite in my shorts.

I want to fuck her. I want to do everything to her.

She moves closer, pushing herself against me. My hand leaves her thigh and glides up her waist.

She whimpers when my fingers graze the underside of her tit. Blood roars in my ears.

I cup her tit in my hand, skimming my thumb over her nipple.

She groans and presses her pussy against my thigh, trying to find friction.

I want her tits in my mouth. I want to lick and bite her nipples. Drive her as crazy as she’s been driving me these past couple of weeks.

Her hand moves down my chest. When she reaches the waistband of my shorts, I shudder and kiss her harder.

I want to feel her small hand around my cock.

But, if she touches me, I’ll fuck her. I’m sure of it. I won’t be able to stop once that line has been crossed. Because, for some reason, I have zero fucking control around her.

I need my control back.

Using gargantuan strength, I catch hold of her hand before it can slip around my dick, and I slow down our kiss to a stop.

Her eyes open, rejection and hurt lining them.

The last thing I want to do is hurt her. I can’t hurt her. I won’t hurt her.