Mr. Broken More than Money

Her eyes trained on mine and her teeth clamped down onto her lip as my hand roamed down her body and found her hot center.

"I’ve struggled every single day without you in it," I hissed at her ear. "I love you, Zoey. I've only ever loved you."

Her gorgeous, haunted eyes flickered with pain, but I didn't care. I didn't give a fuck because I'd spent too many nights of the last four fucking years thinking about her, this moment, us. Always us.

"You destroyed me," she panted

“Biggest mistake of my life, baby,” I breathed, tearing her panties down her thighs and pulling them to shreds in my hands.

I pulled the zipper down on my jeans a moment later and freed my cock, my only thought getting lost inside her again. To feel her tightness wrapped around me, nothing mattering but the two of us, all the pain and time a distant memory.

"You broke my heart, River," she said just as my cock slid past her soaked entrance.

My hands clutched her hips, my lips at her neck sucking, drawing blood to the surface, desperate to make her feel the same way I was.

"I need you, desperate for you" I gasped, finally seated fully inside her. Her warm pussy fluttered around me, waves of pleasure rolling through us as our bodies melded for the first time in too long.

"It's like you never left." She whimpered, her fingernails digging into my shoulder blades.

I pushed a hand through her hair, whispering, "I'm here now. You're going to be okay. I'm here to take care of you."

I fucked her slowly, dragging in and out until every nerve was raw, every inch between us laid bare. Naked. Just like we were meant to be.

My hands cupped at her backside, my teeth nibbling at her throat, as I pushed her down beneath me and caged her in. Slipping the shirt off her shoulders, I groaned when she writhed and moaned.

The years looked good on her. She'd been gorgeous then, but she'd filled out. I imagined motherhood did that, and I instantly regretted that I hadn't been there to see her become a mother. To see her body round and beautiful with child, growing and changing, her curves developing as she grew with the pregnancy.

"So fucking beautiful. Christ, I missed this. Tell me where you want me to kiss you," I urged before I could think about the words. Her hands gripped the hard muscle of my back, nails digging into my flesh and driving me wild with pleasure.

"My nipples. Oh my God, your lips on my nipples."

I sucked on the sharp little peaks, plucking at the tender flesh with my teeth and earning more moans and cries from her.

We'd always been like this, right from the beginning. It was a match striking gasoline, unabashed, wild, and completely out of control. Zoey and I fucked raw, like animals, no rules, no holds barred. It was just us and our overwhelming need for each other.

"I can't stand to think of another man's hands on your skin. Covering your body. Kissing these lips that belong to me." I thrust my tongue past her mouth, showing her instead of telling her just how I felt. I was angry at the idea of anyone else touching her. I wasn't sure what I was going to do or what I was feeling.

Anger, regret, passion all rolled into one raging out of me in an all-consuming way that would have swallowed me whole. Still, under it all was my love for her, my knowledge that she was my other half in every way. I’d tried denying it, tried running from it, tried everything to forget about it. The truth of the matter was that she would always be mine, and God help any man who tried to touch what belonged to me.

Here she was, under me, naked, soft, and oh so beautiful, welcoming me into her body and healing my heart.

"Fuck," I moaned, my thumb whispering over the aroused bud of her clit before I pushed harder, pinched, and soothed away the pain. I ground my hips against her body, letting her feel every hard trust, letting her know just what she did to me,

"You feel what you do to me? That's all for you. I've been fucking starved." I nipped at her earlobe, sliding a hand between her thigh and running fast circles with my fingers around her pussy until she shook and screamed in pure ecstasy around my dick. "I love you." The words came out ragged against her lips.

She sucked in a breath of air when I shoved into her again, my hips thrusting so quickly this almost felt like a punishment fuck. I hadn't realized what four years of being without her would do to me, how it would come crashing into this moment like a tornado.