Breaking You (Blackthorn Elite 2)

“Why? I didn’t have a boyfriend after you, but I still have… you know… needs.”

“Oh, I know your needs, all right,” I smirk. I know her needs very well. She was made for me and me for her.

She walks over to the bed where I’m sitting. Her fingers trailing over my shoulders, and she sits down on my lap. “Maybe you can show me how well you know?”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. Pouncing like a wild animal, I have her on her back in a second flat, my hand wrapped around her delicate throat. I don’t squeeze because the point isn’t to show her I can hurt her. I want control.

My other hand disappears into her jeans, finding its way into her panties and between her thighs with ease, her sweet arousal already forming there.

Her eyes flutter closed, and she lets out a soft moan. I can feel the sound vibrating under my touch. I’m going to take that as a yes. With a smile on my lips, I release her throat and press kisses against it, loving the feeling of having her beneath me.

I imagine this is how it always would’ve been with us, had we made it to this point. Teasing her entrance with my fingers, I dip one digit inside her and then pull it back out. I do this a few times, noticing how much wetter she gets each time I slide back in.

“Stop teasing me,” Harper groans in displeasure and takes her own hand and places it over mine. “If you won’t please me, then I’ll do it myself.”

The bite of her words sink into my flesh, almost as if she’s bitten me, and I swear my cock gets ten times harder. Pleasure swells in my chest, and I pull off her pants and panties in one move.

“Show me,” I order, pulling back just enough to get a full view, wanting to see her finger herself.

Harper’s cheeks turn a soft pink, and she bites her bottom lip in a seductive way that has me wanting to take that lip and bite on it, make it bleed.

“I’ve never done this with someone watching,” she tells me shyly, and that turns me on more. At least I get one first.

“Good. I want you to be all mine. Finger your pussy, rub your clit, make yourself come…” I say, swallowing down my need to go to her when her finger starts to rub against her folds. Her eyes remain on mine while I look between her pussy and her face, becoming completely mesmerized by her.

Spreading her legs wider, her fingers start to move faster. One digit slips into her tight channel, and with the palm of her hand, she rubs her clit. Fuck, I wish my cock was her finger right now.

I make quick work of my pants and boxers, so I can fist my length in my hand. Using my thumb, I spread the pre-cum that beads the tip over the head.

Her head falls back against the mattress, and a throaty moan that I feel deep in my toes slips from her throat.

“Stop,” I growl and march over to her. “If you’re going to come, it’s going to be on my cock, and only on my cock.” Barely restraining my need for her, I grab her and flip her over. She doesn’t make a sound, and instead shoves her ass into the air, wiggling it at me. Doesn’t she know if you provoke the bull, you get the horns?

Crawling up onto the bed, I situate myself behind her and bring the head of my cock to her entrance. As hard as it is, and it’s really fucking hard, pun intended, I slide into her as slow as I can, watching as she swallows every thick inch of my cock.

My balls press against her ass, and I swear we both let out a sigh that is filled with both contentment and desire. After a beat, I place both hands on her perfect hips and start fucking her like there is no tomorrow.

Harper becomes a sexy lioness then, pushing back against me, fucking me as I fuck her, and I’ve never felt so much being exchanged between two people.

“You feel like heaven, like fucking home…” The words come out hoarse, and I shouldn’t say them, but I can’t hold them back. Not now, and maybe not ever again. My feelings for her are only growing, blossoming with each new day.

“Warren, oh, god…” She cries, and it’s music to my ears. I’ve never heard a cry so fucking sweet.

“What do you need?” I purr, trailing a hand up her spine as I continue to jackhammer inside her.

“You. Harder. Faster. I just need you,” she pants against the mattress, and I let my hand move to the back of her neck. Brushing her silky hair away, I maintain a firm grip and take control completely, holding her down while I own her pussy like it was meant to be owned.