BREAK ME (Teased and Broken Book 3) Read Online Free PDF
Author: Ashley Black
desire deep in my belly.
“What are you doing?”
He gently shrugged my wobbling thighs off his shoulders and moved like dark sinister silk rippling up my body until he towered over me once again. He freed me of the crude bath robe tie bondage, and face burning I fell unsteadily against the massive sweaty glowing wall of his dynamic physicality.
His hands flexed over my ass, trembling fingers gripping and lifting.
Too eagerly my thighs wrapped around him as he carried me into the shower. His palm lay secure against my lower back while his free hand adjusted the temperature and water pressure. Satisfied, he gently slid me down his body to the floor of the shower. We swayed beneath the pounding blast of water.
My cheek was crushed to his chest. My forehead nestled into the side of his bulging tattooed bicep. His head lay against my neck. Hands gently rubbing in circular motions over my ass.
Intimacy with this man was heart breaking
Tears misted my eyes as I watched the blood pushed from our bodies in a bright red misguided hissing rain on the charcoal silver flecked tiles.
We took turns washing the stubborn caked on blood off our skin. Our fingers stroked over, tangled through each others hair as we fed it a concoction of perfumed hair product.
The feral look in the man’s eyes as our hands moved dream like over each others body.
Soap suds whispered between my legs.
I noticed the black raven tattoos just below his hip bones. Their wings disappeared and curved around his knife like oblique’s. My trembling fingers traced the raven at his right hip. I followed its line to the top of his manscaped thatch of black hair. The base of his hard and perfect prick was starting to levitate. “These tattoos are new,” I said softly.
He nodded. I saw his throat bob. His whole body went rigid when my other finger did the same to the left raven. I stroked over the hair gently.
“They’re beautiful.”
“Thank you,” he said quietly as he reached behind him and shut off the water.
We stared at each other for a moment in the curling, writhing steam that hushed over our heated skin.
I continued stroking, enjoying how his wonderful prick started to twitch and bob in motion with the movement.
“Please,” his voice cracked. “I will fuck you up if you keep doing that.”
I felt a sly smile twist my lips as I stroked a little faster. His hips jutted and his impressive wall of abs clenched. I tilted my head and looked straight into his eyes. “Then fuck me up.”
“It will be fast and nasty,” he warned. He gathered me in his arms and surged out of the shower.
I cried out in angry protest when he threw me onto the huge bed.
Hard.
I fell face down upon the luxurious silk coverlet. Ass stuck up in the air. From the corner of my eye I saw him pick up his phone from the night stand and scowl at it. Then a smile curved his lips and he set it down. He looked oddly pleased with himself.
What in the fuck was that about?
He prowled behind me.
The pulse between my legs quickened as I felt the immense power of his presence kneeling over me.
He poked at my slit playfully with his boner. He yanked me up on my knees tilting me forward and impaled my pussy on it.
I screamed.
There was no other reaction.
I was convinced he had broken me.
I cried out in pain, head falling back.
My pussy whimpered as she twitched and shivered in shock of her sudden fullness.
He slammed me down the mayhem between his legs. Forcing himself deeper inside of me.
A guttural moan parted my lips.
His thrusts came fast and violent as his hips whacked against my ass. His fingers moved over my mound, stroked the little landing strip of hair there. If this was pay back for the incident in the shower I was happy, I decided.
Ecstasy blasted within, igniting every nerve ending. Every sensation was heightened. My skin was tormented by everything this man inflicted upon it.
“Yes!” I panted.
“What are you doing?”
He gently shrugged my wobbling thighs off his shoulders and moved like dark sinister silk rippling up my body until he towered over me once again. He freed me of the crude bath robe tie bondage, and face burning I fell unsteadily against the massive sweaty glowing wall of his dynamic physicality.
His hands flexed over my ass, trembling fingers gripping and lifting.
Too eagerly my thighs wrapped around him as he carried me into the shower. His palm lay secure against my lower back while his free hand adjusted the temperature and water pressure. Satisfied, he gently slid me down his body to the floor of the shower. We swayed beneath the pounding blast of water.
My cheek was crushed to his chest. My forehead nestled into the side of his bulging tattooed bicep. His head lay against my neck. Hands gently rubbing in circular motions over my ass.
Intimacy with this man was heart breaking
Tears misted my eyes as I watched the blood pushed from our bodies in a bright red misguided hissing rain on the charcoal silver flecked tiles.
We took turns washing the stubborn caked on blood off our skin. Our fingers stroked over, tangled through each others hair as we fed it a concoction of perfumed hair product.
The feral look in the man’s eyes as our hands moved dream like over each others body.
Soap suds whispered between my legs.
I noticed the black raven tattoos just below his hip bones. Their wings disappeared and curved around his knife like oblique’s. My trembling fingers traced the raven at his right hip. I followed its line to the top of his manscaped thatch of black hair. The base of his hard and perfect prick was starting to levitate. “These tattoos are new,” I said softly.
He nodded. I saw his throat bob. His whole body went rigid when my other finger did the same to the left raven. I stroked over the hair gently.
“They’re beautiful.”
“Thank you,” he said quietly as he reached behind him and shut off the water.
We stared at each other for a moment in the curling, writhing steam that hushed over our heated skin.
I continued stroking, enjoying how his wonderful prick started to twitch and bob in motion with the movement.
“Please,” his voice cracked. “I will fuck you up if you keep doing that.”
I felt a sly smile twist my lips as I stroked a little faster. His hips jutted and his impressive wall of abs clenched. I tilted my head and looked straight into his eyes. “Then fuck me up.”
“It will be fast and nasty,” he warned. He gathered me in his arms and surged out of the shower.
I cried out in angry protest when he threw me onto the huge bed.
Hard.
I fell face down upon the luxurious silk coverlet. Ass stuck up in the air. From the corner of my eye I saw him pick up his phone from the night stand and scowl at it. Then a smile curved his lips and he set it down. He looked oddly pleased with himself.
What in the fuck was that about?
He prowled behind me.
The pulse between my legs quickened as I felt the immense power of his presence kneeling over me.
He poked at my slit playfully with his boner. He yanked me up on my knees tilting me forward and impaled my pussy on it.
I screamed.
There was no other reaction.
I was convinced he had broken me.
I cried out in pain, head falling back.
My pussy whimpered as she twitched and shivered in shock of her sudden fullness.
He slammed me down the mayhem between his legs. Forcing himself deeper inside of me.
A guttural moan parted my lips.
His thrusts came fast and violent as his hips whacked against my ass. His fingers moved over my mound, stroked the little landing strip of hair there. If this was pay back for the incident in the shower I was happy, I decided.
Ecstasy blasted within, igniting every nerve ending. Every sensation was heightened. My skin was tormented by everything this man inflicted upon it.
“Yes!” I panted.