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Break Me (Brayshaw High 5)

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I cry into the air, and he growls against me.

I grip his face, hooking my legs around his sides, and tug.

He flies up, like I wanted, and slams his mouth to mine, his dick pressing on my still throbbing clit and sliding against it.

I taste myself on his lips and it serves as an aphrodisiac, heating me to the core and leaving me aching for more.

“I’m gonna take you now,” he promises. “While you’re drippin’ for me. Hear me, baby, once I slide in, it’s gone. Regret doesn’t allow for a redo.”

My legs fall open in response and I reach down, gripping his cock in my palm.

He groans, his eyes squeezing shut, and I shift, positioning him at my entrance.

Creases pull at his forehead. “I’m not small, baby girl. This is gonna hurt.”

“Then make it hurt good.”

He groans, twitching in my palm, and then he pulls it up, intertwining our fingers together as he begins to connect our bodies.

He’s bare, allowing nothing between us and it’s exactly how I want him.

Raw. Unconcealed.

He pushes in slow, slipping back a tiny bit with each short thrust.

My muscles tighten, and he lowers his lips to mine, kissing me slowly, and I wrap my arms around him, begging for more.

He gives it to me in one long and slow drive.

I wince and he pushes his hips into me, pinching my nipple as his tongue takes over my mouth.

He begins to move in and out and at first, it stings, but as his rhythm switches, his breathing growing labored, my body welcomes him. The pain fades and all that’s left is us.

“There we go, baby. You’re open for me now.” A small smile curves his lips and he sits up, his knees spread slightly as he holds me by the hip, grinding me into him as he pulls in and out of me. “Now, bring those legs up, nice and tight.” He moans, releasing one of my hands so he can hold his body up for a better position.

I do as he asks, and oh my god!

He’s deeper.

His rough palms slide along my stomach, nearly reaching my throat and holding me down so my back stays flat on the mattress.

His fingers spread wide, biting into my skin and I moan, clenching around him.

“Pinch those nipples for me, yeah?” he rasps, his head falling back as he pumps faster, but when I do as he says, a cried moaning leaves me his head snaps back.

“She likes a little pain,” he murmurs, flexing inside me, and I squeeze him back.

His hands fall back to my hips and he grows wilder, hungrier and I might be bruising my nipples I’m pulling so tight, but god, I can’t stop.

My breathing picks up, my eyes closing, and I tug and twist at them.

Royce’s nose is pushing me out of the way seconds later and he bites down, sending me into a tailspin.

I clasp my arms around his neck and he falls forward, his weight on me as he pumps into me with full, long strokes.

I start to shake, and he moans, nipping at my neck, kissing at my throat and then his lips command mine.

“Kiss me while you come, Tink.”

I do and he twitches with me, the pleasure perfect and explosive.

As he starts to come down, his eyes find mine, so tender that my chest grows tight.

Minutes pass of us simply staring at each other, and then I’m on my side beside him, in his bed. Under his covers.

My hands glide along the thick, expensive material of his comforter. “Black on black. I could have guessed as much.”

“Like my soul.” His lips run along my collarbone.

I grin into the night. “Like your eyes while you fucked me.”

“Mm,” he moans. “You said fuck again.”

I laugh and his head lifts.

“I didn’t fuck you, by the way,” he tells me. “I stole you.”

My brows jump teasingly. “Stole me?”

“Yeah. You don’t belong to you anymore.”

My throat grows thick as I stare at the boy beside me. “Is that right?”

He nods. “You belong to me and there’s nothing you can do to change that.”

My blood runs warm, my chest squeezing. “I think I’m okay with that.”

“Wouldn’t matter if you weren’t.”

I laugh, my head falling to the side and he grins, crawling on top of me.

His lips skate along my throat, and when he reaches my mouth, he smiles, a softness in his gaze he’s yet to share but can’t or chooses not to hide.

His hand trails over my breast, and he grins when my nipples pebble for him. “Lie down, baby girl. Let me show you what you do to me.”

There’s so much I want to say to him right now, but none of it would be enough to convey what I’m feeling, so instead of trying, I do as he wishes, and he does what he says.



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