Breaking Him(42)

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.

He slowly pulled out his fingers, then the head of his cock was there, pressing against my ass. I kept watching him, the way his body was bowed tight, the way he gritted his teeth. He pushed some more, breaching the tight ring of muscle, and I gasped. My arms collapsed from under me, my chest dropping to the mattress, and I fisted the pillows.

His hiss was loud. “Okay?” he asked, voice rough as hell. “Am I hurting you?”

“N-no. Keep going.”

He rubbed my back, talking softly the whole time, praising me, gentling me as he slid in a little more. He withdrew some, only to come back. He did that little by little, inch by inch, over and over, until he finally slid in all the way. I was so full, stretched so wide, all I could do was pant through it.

“Jesus Christ. So hot and tight.” He continued to smooth that wide, rough palm over my back.

I could only nod.