Broken but Breathing (Jinx Tattoos 2)

“Nothing. I had something I need to give you that couldn’t wait.”

“Okay, come in.” Stepping back, he allowed her to enter.

She grabbed his hand once he shut the door and guided him to the bed. He sat beside her, and she rummaged through her purse, pulling out a small bag.

“Here.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Come on, open it.”

He pulled out the tissue paper and lifted the gift box with a black bow. “Went all out, huh?”

“Mmhmm,” she said.

He pulled the ribbon free, lifted the lid, and paused. “Is this the key to your heart?”

“No, you cornball! It’s the key to your new home!”

“Oh shit! We got it?”

She nodded her head. He lifted her up and spun her around. Squealing, she held on to his shirt. A firm swat to her ass made her laugh.

“Snake.”

“I can’t help it. You’re getting some meat on your bones and I can’t help but want to touch, and bite, and caress.” He massaged her cheek, and she shuddered. “I thought you were tired.”

“Then you came along with good news and this ass. How’s a man supposed to get any shut eye?”

He set her back on her feet. “I think this calls for a celebration.” His voice grew husky, and his eyes darkened with lust. He’d been so selfless taking care of her needs mentally, and physically, it was time she gave something back.

“I agree,” she whispered, running her fingers down his chest and stomach as she knelt in front of him.

“Es?”

“Shh.” She hooked her thumbs into the sides of his boxers and eased them down. Blood rushed in her ears. It’d been so long since she’d done anything sexual. What If I’m awful? Her hands shook as she took him in her hands and stroked him from half-mast to eight thick inches.

“Give me those eyes, Sprite.”

Their gazes met, and a current of electricity flowed between them. Her panties grew damp, her breasts swelled, and her nerves calmed. She tightened her grip, and he moaned. This powerful man was giving her control. His eyelids were half-closed, and his dark eyes shone with passion. She flicked her tongue across his head and circled it slowly, savoring the flavor of salt and masculinity. She sucked him into her mouth and moaned. He was a slice of the divine.

A sense of power flooded her. He was restoring her piece by piece. Hollowing her cheeks, she bobbed her head and stroked up.

“Yes, just like that, babe” he whispered.

She focused on loosening her throat, taking him deeper with each pass. “Take it all, Es. Like my sweet girl.” He buried his fingers in her hair and thrust his hips. His husky timber made her core ache. He pulled her hair tautly.

She hummed her approval.

“Oh shit, that magical mouth of yours.”

She continued to hum and increased her speed.

“I’m going to come, and you’re going to swallow every last drop, aren’t you?”

“Mmm hmm.” She gagged as he fucked her mouth, surrendering herself to him. His body tensed and he roared as he shot a hot blast down her throat. Limbs trembling, he held onto her shoulders. She kissed his tip and pulled his boxers back in place.

“Give me a minute and I’ll return the favor,” he said.