Page 33 of Breaking Him

His chest expanded with his sharp inhale, his breath coming out rough, shaky. “I did some research on the computer.” Color rose in his cheeks. “Wanted to make sure we did this right. I couldn’t bear it if I hurt you.” He ran a hand through his hair, and his abs tightened.

“Did you like what you saw?” I asked.

His lips parted and his breathing grew heavier, gaze moving over my body stretched out in front of him. “Yes. Lots of things I want to show you, do with you.”

An image of Eli’s big frame hunched in front of the computer, looking at porn, filled my head, and I swallowed. “Did you…did you get turned on, while you watched?”

He came up beside me and climbed onto the bed, straddling me. “I got so hard, Abi.” He leaned forward, rough fingers wrapping around my wrists, still above my head, and pressing them into the mattress. “Imagining it was you being spanked”—he met my eyes—“played with, fucked hard. That it was me using toys on you, making you come so hard you screamed…”

I tried to reach for him, but his hold was too tight. I wanted to touch him so badly, but he was having none of it. Then, before I could beg him to let me, he leaned down and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, nipped, then sucked again hard. I bucked against him, pulling against his fingers manacling my wrists. He’d scooted lower, and his heavy thighs trapped mine, forcing them shut.

It was torture. I was so hot and desperate, needing him inside me so bad, I thought I might lose my damn mind.

“I had to shove my boxers down and stroke my cock,” he murmured against my damp flesh.

The image bombarded my mind and I shuddered, squirmed against him, needing more contact, desperate for his weight, his cock pounding inside me. But he kept me trapped, sucking and nipping me until my nipples were hard and swollen and I was soaking the bedcovers under me.

He shifted down my body. “I’m going to release your hands, but you have to keep them where they are, understand?”

“Yes.”

He began his slow descent, sucking and kissing his way down my body, finally allowing me to spread my legs. I groaned when the cool air hit my overheated flesh. “Put your mouth on me. Please, Eli.”

He pressed his palms against my inner thighs, eyes locked between my legs, and groaned. “Oh shit, angel. Look at you. Look how gorgeous you are.” He licked his lips. “Goddammit, sweetheart.” He slid his fingers over my inner thigh, a little higher but not high enough, touching the proof of my arousal. “I did this to you.” He groaned again. “How the hell did I get so damn lucky?”

I was panting now, close to crying I was so desperate for him. His words had me gripping at the wooden slats above my head. I wanted to touch myself, to relieve the ache.

On a ragged moan, he lowered himself to the mattress and pressed his lips to my slick core. He moaned again, then opened his mouth over me, swiping his tongue through my center. I cried out and tried to lift my hips for more, but he held me down, held me where he wanted me, and took his time licking and sucking and nipping until I was a babbling mess begging for his fingers, his cock. Begging him to let me come.

Tears were running down my face when he finally shoved two thick fingers inside me, wrapped his lips around my clit, and sucked. I screamed so loud my ears rang. My body convulsed, and I ground against him as best I could. He continued to lick and suck me, to fuck me with his fingers. I was trembling, so sensitive I wanted more and to pull away at the same time.

Finally, he climbed from the bed and toed off his boots, then shoved his boxers and jeans down his legs. When he straightened, his cock slapped against his tight stomach, so damn hard and long and thick.

I spread my legs wide. “Yes…yes…” was all I could get out.

He didn’t mess around. He dropped on top of me, the hair on his chest rasping over my tender nipples. Then, sliding one hand under my ass, he lifted me and rammed his giant cock deep inside me. I cried out. I hadn’t recovered from my last orgasm, and the sudden intrusion, the way that fat head pushed inside me, sliding against that spot, he kicked off another one.

He growled in my ear. “Jesus Christ. Such a hungry pussy.” He slammed up into me over and over, sweating and shaking, cursing, fucking me through it. “Can’t wait anymore, angel. I was going to drag this out, but now I can’t.” He pulled out and spun me onto my stomach. “You almost made me come, clutching at me like that. The only place I’m coming tonight is in your ass.”

He hauled my hips high, hands skimming down to my cheeks, spreading them, then his mouth was there, licking and sucking my hole. He growled, fingers digging in as he ate at me, that maddening tongue pushing against my quivering flesh.

“Oh, God…Eli. Shit.” I fisted the sheets, pushing back.

He tormented me for a long time, until I was desperate for it, for more. Finally, he nipped my ass cheek, then lifted up, reaching for something on the upturned crate by the bed. Lube. The lube I’d had in my bedside drawer. I watched him over my shoulder, watched him squirt some into his hand, then he was slicking it against my tight hole. Anticipation thrummed through me as I watched him rub more on his iron-hard cock. He threw the bottle on the bed beside us, one hand going to my lower back, the other between my legs. “Just relax, Abi. I’m going to take care of you.”

The tip of one finger pushed inside, and I moaned.

“That’s it, sweetheart, nice and relaxed. Feel good?”

“Yes.” I moaned again and pushed back. He slid deeper, doing some groaning of his own. Working that finger in and out of me until I was gasping and trembling. Then, when I was used to it and begging for more, he added a second, stretching me further, preparing me for his cock.

“You’re doing so good, angel. So good.”

I whimpered.

Finally, he moved up behind me. He leaned forward and kissed my shoulder. “Ready, sweetheart?”

I nodded, grinding back against him.