Page 47 of These Broken Hours

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“You don’t want to kill me anymore?”

“No, I just want to hurt you.”

He pulls my hair hard. “Good. I want you to hurt me too, princess.” Then he guides my mouth back to his cock and pushes it deep into my throat. I suck him up and down, my back flexing, until he pulls me away and kisses me, burying his mouth against mine.

My shirt comes off. His mouth finds my breasts. His tongue licks my nipples, his lips suck them, and I moan into his kiss. His fingers yank off my shorts and panties, and he pins me down on the soft grass, my legs spread wide open. I’m exposed and at his mercy, and he kisses every inch of me, praising me as he does it. “Perfect little nipples and delicious lips. And this clit makes me so hard I could fucking die.” He licks my pussy from top to bottom and I have to bite my cheek to keep from screaming.

“There were nights in prison when I thought about hurting you too, Cora,” he says as he slides two fingers deep inside of me. He leans up and kisses me as he fucks me with those fingers, driving them in and out. I’m so lost in pleasure I can barely think, but he keeps going, pushing me deeper and deeper and closer to that perfect bliss. “I thought about making you pay for sending me to jail and taking all that time from me, time I won’t ever get back. But you know what? I don’t hate you and I never did. I thought about how I’d punish you, and I decided there was only one way that would really matter. Do you want to hear it?”

“Tell me,” I whisper.

“I decided I’d fuck you, Cora. I’d fuck you, make you come, make you scream, make you all mine, and that would be punishment enough. Because once you take me, you’ll always know how I can make you feel. And you’ll never stop thinking about me, no matter what happens.”

“Arrogant asshole.” I kiss him and dig my fingers into his back. “Show me.” My heart’s racing with anticipation as he presses his cock against my dripping and slick entrance. Slowly, so lovely and slowly, he presses himself against me until his tip is nearly inside. “Show me, Nolan, show me how you make me hurt.”

I wiggle my hips and he slips deeper, gliding between my legs, filling me to the brim. I throw my head back and moan and he covers my mouth with his hand once he’s entirely inside.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispers sensually and my brain’s a glitching mess. “Take every inch inside like a good girl.”

I’ve lost my damn mind. I’ve lost it completely, letting this go so far, but I don’t want to back down. I’ve never had a man inside of me before and now it feels right, taking Nolan for my first time out by the woods in the middle of the night. It feels like it should, like it hurts like hell and it feels good, like it might break me, like it might throw me deep into bliss and never let me back out again.

I move my hips, wiggling them slowly, and he groans as he begins to fuck me. Gently at first, like he knows I’m a virgin, but slowly getting faster. I whimper as it hurts, but I don’t let him stop. He grips my hair, sucks my breasts, licks my nipples, fucks me faster, and I open my legs wider for him.

“You dirty girl,” he whispers, hand still over my mouth. “Fucking me outside like this, taking my thick cock between your legs. You’re soaking wet and dripping down your thighs, and you pretend like you hate me? Bullshit, Cora, you’re so fucking slick for my cock that you can barely think. All your life you’ve been waiting to take me deep between your legs, and now you can’t stop yourself, can you, filthy girl?”

“Fuck you,” I moan, muffled by his palm, but he doesn’t slow down. He takes me faster, harder, and I scream in bliss as he hits that perfect spot again and again and my toes curl and every muscle in my legs tense as I feel my orgasm building closer and closer. I’m on the edge, dancing right against it, and I want him to throw me deep into that perfect black.

I come in a wave. It overtakes my body in a flush and I gasp into his palm as he fucks me through it. His hand is replaced by his mouth and he kisses me as I come, and I come like a thunderstorm, like a tornado, like the fire that consumed my trailer. I come and come and finally, when it feels like I can’t take any more, he slows and moves back, staring at me as he strokes his cock between my legs.


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