Page 35 of Break Me Beautifully
I moan, biting my knuckle to muffle it. “You wouldn't."
"There's a million things I'd do that you'd never expect."
Briefly, I want to tell him that Idoexpect unthinkable things from him. That more than one person has warned me that he's not someone to tangle with. But I want to be wrong. I want to forget the danger. He nuzzles my neck, tasting my pulse, and I do.
He reaches down, thumb-pad stroking my pussy's slit through my outfit. "If you don't say it before I make you come, the deal is off."
"Marshall, wait ..."
"Say it," he demands in his fierce, gritty voice, thumb still rubbing my clit, making my thighs shake. I can't see past the corner of his addictive mouth. My heart reverberates as he takes me closer to the edge, and to the point of no return.
"Ah," I groan, resting my forehead on his shoulder. He smells wilder than the fresh air around us. I'm not cold here, my insides are all fire. "Okay, okay, okay. You're right, I want your cock. I want you to fuck me again."
"Did I leave such an impact on you?" he asks with a dark chuckle. Scooping my dress up over my middle, he snatches my right leg, hooking it on his hip, grinding his hard-on across my soaked panties. He ruined one pair tonight, would he destroy a second?
Reaching between us, I trace him through his pants from top to bottom. He hisses in delight, the sound empowering me. I undo the button of his pants, reaching inside to gingerly explore with my hands, cupping his balls until they flex.
He rolls his hips into my touch, then gasps. "You get me so hard, fuck." Holding my arm, he pulls my hand away from his shaft, kissing my inner wrist. "I want more than that, though." Letting go of me, he reveals a condom from his pocket. "Put it on."
My pulse races as I break the foil, touching my first condom. It's slippery and smooth. He moves his belt and pants out of the way just enough to expose his thick prick into the vague light. I can barely see anything now and hope no one can see us.
Sheathing his cock with the condom, I see my own hands shaking. Carefully, he tugs my panties along the thigh wrapped around his body. My planted foot gets in the way. Settling my weight against the hedge, he hoists me upwards, holding me like I weigh nothing. It's just like when we were in the elevator.
The cool air strokes my bare, soaking wet pussy as I whimper. Marshall kisses my ear. "I can smell how excited you are," he whispers. His cock gets stiffer somehow where it bounces against my belly. Bracing my heels against his back, I try to rub myself onto his fat cockhead. "Ah-ah, so eager," he teases.
"Do it," I demand, breathing heavily. "You said you wanted to, so do it. That's all that matters, right? Getting what you want?"
I say it before I can stop myself. In my defense, I'm dizzy with lust, my barriers in shambles. Marshall freezes. I can't see his face. I wish I could. I need to know what he thinks. Did I say too much?
His cock sinks into me in one swift motion. I shout in delighted shock. Unable to control myself I wriggle in place, finding no purchase as he holds me in the air, but every bit of movement pushes him further inside of me. I'm stretched on and on until I'm seeing stars.
I inhale violently when his root touches me. It's thrilling, the sensation of being stuffed. I expect it to get looser when he strokes out, but I'm wrong. No matter how slippery my thighs feel, my pussy can't relax. It's as if his cock keeps swelling bigger, expanding until I'm on the edge of orgasm.
It makes me delirious; too good, too tight, too hot. I'm boiling from my center out, sweat streaming just below my breasts.
He angles my body, forcing my clit to grind against his muscles. Thrusting onto his cock, I look upwards at the sky. There should be stars there, but thanks to the city lights, there aren't any. That's fine; there's plenty of cosmic energy buzzing to life inside my body.
My insides flutter, wild heat flowing down until I wonder if I'll stain his pants. He thrusts faster, clutches me closer, and all at once I shudder with my climax. “Yes, god, yes!” I cry out, and if there's anyone in the garden there's no way they don't hear. I don't even care anymore.
“That's it,” he coaxes me in a thick voice. “Come for me, don't you dare stop."
I have no choice but to obey.
I slide my hands across his chest, seeking anything to grab onto. My pussy hugs his shaft as it pistons in me. He hasn't slowed, he's riding through my orgasm, pushing me to the brink to see what he can make me do.
The hedges scrape at my neck. They tangle in my hair, and I smell the fresh greenery as he closes his mouth over mine. I can imagine we're in the middle of a forest, like the wild fantasies I scribbled across my pages. He's a beast-man claiming me, and I’m the girl brave enough to enter his domain.
I'm trapped by my addiction to him. I can't end what we have, so eager to lock myself against his rocking body as he shakes my core with thrusts that never cease.
“I'm nearly there,” he pants when he ends our kiss. I try to see his eyes like I did before, hoping for a hint of what he thinks about this, aboutus.There's fury in his irises, an onyx so black, so rich, I could fall straight in and vanish. “You really think all that matters to me is getting what I want?" he blurts. I open my mouth, but he grits his teeth, fucking me like he's proving something, rattling my answer into oblivion. "I want you, Leona. That part's right. I want you here, and I wanted you earlier, and I think I'll want you later ... and tomorrow ... and ..."
He doesn't finish. I wish he would, just so I could hear the faint promise on his tongue. The admission he doesn't want to use me and walk away; that taking my virginity was more than a notch on his belt.
Marshall isn't blocking himself off from me now. The wall he propped up after we had sex at his place is gone, his face etched with strained lines as he pushes not just his cock into me, but his emotions, hisownanger that mirrors mine. I was pissed at him for thinking he was done with me. He was just as angry I'd dare to think that.
"Marshall," I whisper, throwing my forehead against his shoulder, embracing him as my skin ripples with another orgasm. "I want you, too. I need you. I need you so much!"And I need to understand who you really are,I think, before I come and can't make cohesive thoughts anymore.
Clutching me tight, he folds over me in the bushes, groaning into my eardrum. It's my only warning before his cock jerks inside of me as he comes. It matches the pace of his beating heart.
