Broken Girl(55)

I suck, release and roll my tongue across the back side of his shaft, opening my mouth just far enough to take in a breath. I let the cool air ripple across his cock. He tangles his hand into my hair, his dick hardens, his skin tightens, his speed quickens, he’s about to come. I want to taste him, I suck harder holding my hands on his ass making sure he isn’t going to pull out. I look up at him and watch his face twist in ecstasy and release. His body stiffens and he lets out an unrestrained holler that fills the room. Jagged energy ricochets between us as his warm release pulses down my throat, and I swallow every last drop of him. His hips jolt and thrust spastic before he slowly withdraws.

Nothing, no words are wasted before he lowers his body dragging his face across my cheek nudging his lips against mine. He’s spastic with his tongue, as he ravages me with his kiss. I have no control, it’s lost, my body’s howling for him to take me. He’s so f*cking masterful with my desires.

“Are you going crazy for me, Rosebud?” he asked against my ear.

“Yeah, I can’t take it anymore. I need you inside of me.”

“Oh, I’m going to make you come. I’m going to f*ck you into oblivion.” He ties the cashmere scarf around my eyes again.

Fear doesn’t own me so deeply this time. Adrenaline races through my body and I feel geared up for whatever he’s going to do.

“Bring it on, Mister,” I tease.

It’s dead silent, nothing except our tangling breaths fill the room. The cool air rips across my skin and suddenly all I hear is my heartbeat thrashing in my chest. Mr. C senses my tense reaction.

“You still trust me?”

“I do,” I answer with hesitancy in my voice.

“We’re still keeping the same rules, I’m here to take care of you, Rosebud. You must remember that.” His voice is laced with a threaded compassion dangling from a place that could easily tip into the unexpected.

“I will . . . try.”

His words, slow and visceral as he kisses down my body in between his promises, “You don’t have to try. I’m . . . going . . . to . . . take . . . care . . . of . . . you . . . like . . . you’ve . . . never . . . been . . . taken . . . care . . . of . . . before.”

My body is covered in chills, his lips speak words of truth nobody has ever spoken to me before. I need to believe him, even if I struggle to comprehend his definition of what taking care of me means.

“Why?”

“Why what?” he counters.

“Why do you want to take care of me?”

“Because you deserve to be treated like a queen.”

“I want to believe you, but I can’t.” My heart thunders in my chest, my nerves crashing through every line of my body. Every emotion intensifies because I’m blindfolded and can’t see his reaction.

His hair stops tickling my flesh, his tongue swirling across my hip is gone. His weight shifts and before I have a chance to lose my breath, he’s whispering in my ear.

“Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me? Have I hurt you?”

“No, but I need to know, why do you want to take care of me?”

“Stop it, Rosebud.”

“What aren’t you telling me?”

“There’s nothing to tell. I’m a man who desires to take care of a very beautiful woman.”

“I want to believe you, give you what I’ve never been able to give another man . . . but . . . this scares me—you scare me.”

“Let go, Rose; let go and let me in.”

I start to answer when his mouth slams down on mine, his tongue strong, determined, swipes and tangles with promises I don’t have to question. All he’s ever done for the last three days is take care of me. He never asks for more than I’m willing to give. He’s given to me in three days, what I have longed for my entire life.





I


came

apart.





PAST


MY BODY SURRENDERS to him. I finally let myself trust. He kisses me, takes me in his arms and tangles me into something I have no idea I could ever become. I open my heart and let him reside where very few have ever been.

“That’s right, let me in, let me take care of you.”

I nod, words are too much work.

“You feel that? You did that to me Rosebud. It’s all for you,” he says thrusting his hips back and forth rubbing his cock against my flesh. He makes me eager to have him f*ck me, take me, I dare even say, make love to me.

“Yes,” I say breathlessly. “Yes, I feel you.” My voice cracks as I shudder.

“You ready for the repercussions of your poisonous words?”

He adjusts himself against me before he rocks his thick stone hard cock between my legs, spreading me just enough to where the tip of him strokes and grazes against my clit; thrusting until it stretches and presses against me.

“Yes, take my poisonous words away.”

He thrust his cock one last time in a long slow stroke against my surging clit, his tongue swirling and lapping at my pebbled nipple, I’m eager to believe he’ll be the one to replace the demons holding me captive.

He slips his fingers into my *. “Mmm, I feel how wet I make you. Your juices excite me.”

I buck against his touch and he senses my need, with my hips still thrusting at the tips of his fingers, I try to get him to slip his fingers inside of me. Instantly, he pushes his fingers deeper and drives his mouth against my waiting mound. He rolls and drags his warm, thick, strong tongue across my clit lapping at every ounce of flavor he induces in me. It’s f*cking wild, instantly I’m invested, more now than anything ever before in my life. He growls against me, and thrusts his fingers deeper catching the space that drives me wild. I roll my hips, inviting him to go faster.