Page 30 of Break Me Beautifully
He guides me to the bed. When my ass touches it, I sit. The light overhead creates severe shadows on his face, but his smirk is pearly white in contrast. He traces a finger over the strap of my dress, fingering the red velvet. "This reminds me of something."
"What?"
"Of how much I've wanted to claim you since I saw you sitting in that bed of roses."
The rush of arousal cripples me.
His hands slip to the hem of my dress, flipping it up my hips. “I need you, Leona,” he hisses in my ear. “I need all of you, right now, no more waiting.” Dropping to his knees at the foot of the bed, he kisses the tops of my thighs one after the other. I have barely enough power to look down and see the desperation in his face. “I need to taste your perfect little pussy.”
Hot waves of lust leave me speechless. I have no clue what's gotten into Marshall. I should care, I should wonder, but I don't. "Marshall," I say, tongue weighed down by desire, "I've never ..."
"I know." His eyes flick from my face down to my white satin panties. "You told me."
"What? No, I didn't."
"You did, in your own way." He traces his fingers over my pale skin, cupping my bare knees, following the indentation of my inner thighs.
Shivering, I ask, "Have you ever done it with a virgin before?"
He pauses. "Do you think now's the time to talk about other people?"
"I don't care what you did with anyone else," I assure him, "Just tell me it'll be okay. Say you won't hurt me."Break me.
He's gone quiet. Then he surges towards me, kissing me in a single fierce motion. "I won't do anything you don't want. I promise that." Curling his grip in my panties he guides them down; they stick to me, my arousal making me slick. Then he's between my legs, palms fondling my ass cheeks, trapping my pussy close to his mouth. My puffy lips and swollen clit protrude for easy access to his starving tongue.
Smothering my hands over my mouth, I muffle the oncoming moans. Heat swells through my body. I've never felt something so stunning, not even on my own in the middle of the night when my hands would wander.
Marshall is the first to eat me out. My honey drips freely, none of it escaping him. He catches each drop until it smears his face. The ink on his chest glistens in the light, making him glow with flames of red and black swirls. And as I watch, transfixed, I wonder if anyone but me has had their pussy licked by the Devil.
He's not a devil,I chide myself through my haze.He's a normal man.
But I don't believe it. Not when he coils his elegant tongue over my clit, coaxing a raspy squeal from my throat. “Fuck, I love the sounds you make,” he huffs, breathing so hard it stirs across my pussy lips, making me twitch. “How are you so perfect?”
Gripping his bare arms, I push at him, then pull, unsure if I want more or less. The tight pressure in me needs release. I'm scared of what that will feel like, but eager to experience it from his coaxing. "Marshall, my god, you're amazing!"
“Hold your compliments, sweetness. I'm just getting started.”
What?I wonder, fighting to make sense of his dirty promise.
He spreads me open, burying two fingers inside, like he's testing me. I pant hard, writhing as I fall back on the bed. Taking my cue, he pumps faster, curling his fingertips against the tingling roof of my pussy.
“You're squeezing me so tightly, Leona. Look at me."
I do as he demands.
Not breaking eye contact, he runs his tongue over his thumb on his other hand. It's easy for him to pull my dress down and expose my breasts. My nipples get harder in the air, his eager stare making them throb anxiously. Reaching down, he grazes his slippery thumb over my right nipple, tugging until I arch into the touch with a low mewl. He shoves his fingers further inside of me, wagging his digits.
"Marshall, wait, I mean, don't wait, I ... Jesus I can't tell what I want!"
"I know what you want," he purrs. There's a torrent of wicked desire in his black eyes. "And I'll give it to you.”
He kisses me hard, darkening my vision. All at once his fingers exit me, leaving me achingly empty, before he flips me onto my belly. My face is buried in the blankets I've barely slept in.
He has no patience for clothes. He grabs my panties and shreds them down my legs. Spreading me wide with his thumbs, he buries his face between my thighs and goes to town. Moaning in ecstasy, I glance at him over my shoulder. Radiant lust glows in his tense expression. A ripple of pleasure shakes me to my toes. I nearly come.
"Leona," he breathes, staring at me with my juice dripping down his chin, "I felt that. You almost came, didn't you?" I blush furiously; he runs his tongue along my snatch. "Answer me."
"Yes! I almost came," I shudder. A flash of dangerous longing travels through his eyes. I know he wants me as much as I want him. How did we get here? What stopped us last time?
