Page 39 of Breaking Him

Eli leaned in, sucking my nipple, leaving it nice and wet, then pulled away and slapped it. I wasn’t expecting it, and I screamed, slamming my legs together. He gripped my thighs and forced them apart. He hadn’t hit me hard enough to hurt, but enough that my nipple throbbed deliciously.

I struggled to breathe. It was like the hard little bud had a direct line to my sex. “Oh God.”

He did it again, sucked then slapped, but this time he leaned in and sucked it again after, easing and intensifying the ache at the same time. I tried to slam my thighs shut once more, but this time he was ready and shoved one solid thigh between mine, holding me open.

He repeated the same thing several times, until I was trembling so hard my teeth rattled and my inner thighs were slick. And just when I didn’t think I could take another second, Eli touched my clit and I screamed, coming so hard I was seeing stars.

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me through it. Heat washed over me, and I clamped my eyes shut, body convulsing with the pulses deep inside me. Before I was done, I was lifted, hoisted up. My bound hands went over his head, resting behind his neck, my legs wrapping around his waist…

He tore at the front of his jeans, then his cock rammed into me, his mouth coming down on mine. His hands gripped my ass, and he brought me down on his cock over and over again. I clung to him for all I was worth as he fucked me hard and fast in the middle of the barn.

His cock was huge and so hot inside me, then it pulsed and he roared, pumping me full of him. It was too much for my oversensitive flesh, and I bit down on his shoulder as my inner muscles clenched around him, another orgasm flying through me, forcing a broken sob past my lips.

Eli’s panted breaths were still brushing my neck as he lifted one hand and undid my restraint. I moaned as blood rushed back to my arms and hands.

He held me close and started walking. I couldn’t open my eyes, but I knew he was taking me up to his room.

He laid me down on his bed as soon as we walked in. His hands were gentle, caressing me, stroking me tenderly as he removed my bra, then lay down beside me. The covers came up a second later, and I was instantly wrapped in his arms.

“Rest, angel,” he rasped.

“Love you,” I mumbled, then passed out.

Chapter Thirteen

I woke to the sound of birds singing, the sun warming my skin, and Elijah’s addictive scent surrounding me. Opening my eyes, I twisted to look at the man lying beside me. He wasn’t there, though, he was sitting against the headboard, eyes open, one hand behind his head, the other resting on his abs. The sheet was low, draped across his hips, and he was staring up at the ceiling. I reached out, placing my hand on his stomach, running my fingers over the deep ridges, toying with the dark line of hair that disappeared below the sheet.

He tilted his head toward me, hand dropping to mine, stopping my searching fingers from dipping lower.

“Morning,” I whispered. His cock was getting harder. I could see it growing with every touch of my fingers.

“Morning,” he said softly.

There was something in his voice, in the way he was looking at me, that made me pause. “Did you sleep okay?”

He shook his head.

I climbed to my knees and went to him; his arms dropped away, letting me straddle his hips. “Do you want to talk about it?” If only he’d open up to me, I could work at putting his mind to rest.

His cock was rock hard now. He shook his head again, and my heart sank.

I knew he was bothered by what had happened the day before. I was, too, but it was my life. The people in town didn’t get a say in who I had a relationship with. It wasn’t up for debate. I just hoped like hell they got bored with us sooner rather than later and moved on to interfering in someone else’s life.

Despite the sizable erection poking me in the backside, his lips were held in a grim line. I wanted one of his subtle smiles; better yet, I wanted to hear his heart-stopping laugh. I wasn’t going to get that out of him this morning, though. Which meant I had to improve his mood another way.

I lifted up a little and dragged the sheet out of the way. He groaned when my bare sex made contact with his cock. I rubbed up against him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and pressed my lips to his, sucking and licking his gorgeous mouth, working myself up on the fat underside of his dick trapped between us. One of his hands was on my ass, the other sliding up my back to tangle in my hair.

“Let me make you feel good,” I said against his lips. I ground down harder, and his mouth opened on a gasp. I took advantage and dragged my tongue over his, tangling and tasting. God, I couldn’t get enough of him.

His hand tightened on my butt. “You gonna fuck me, angel?”

“Yes.”

He watched me through half-lidded eyes, hand still on my ass, massaging, inviting me to do whatever I wanted, to take what I needed. His cock stood up between us, thick and veined and so damn hard. I reached down, fisted him, lifted up, and sank down, taking him all the way.

“Oh God.” I didn’t know if I’d ever get used to his size. “So good.”

“My beautiful girl’s always so wet for me.” He wrapped his arms around me, his hold light, giving me the freedom to move how I liked but in a way he’d feel every arch of my spine, every twitch, every roll of my body.