Page 121 of Broken Strings
Weneed this.
He reaches between us, fisting the material of my shirt at the collar. His eyes spear mine with an intensity that sends a ripple of desire right through my body before he pulls roughly, tearing my shirt in half. Buttons fly in every direction as the fabric renders and falls away, exposing my white lacy bra.
He leans back slightly, taking in the sight before him.
He brings a hand up between us to cup my breast, pushing the lace aside to free a hard nipple begging for his attention. Bending forward, he sucks the bud into his hot mouth, swirling his tongue around and working me into a frenzy.
I moan loudly. “Yes.Yes.”
As though my encouragement has brought him back to the moment, he jerks back as a frown mars his beautiful face. He shakes his head, slowly at first, but picking up momentum.
“No!” He speaks almost as though to himself.
I palm his cheek, drawing his eyes to mine. Darkness flits across his face, and he clenches his jaw as he narrows his eyes.
“You want to be a whore, Summer? You want to be fucked like a working girl? I’ll treat you like one.”
Fisting my hair at an awkward angle, he steers me towards the booth to my right, spinning me around. He yanks the ruined shirt from my body, unclipping my bra at the back to allow that to fall to the ground, too, before he pushes me face down into the scattered cushions.
He works my skirt up my hips, stopping when I’m completely exposed so that he can flick my panties to one side. Running the tip of his finger along my sex, he circles and taunts my clit before dipping inside.
He bows over my hunched form and brings a glistening finger to his lips. Sliding the slick digit past his lips, he narrows his eyes and his mouth ghosts across the shell of my ear. “Doesn’ttastelike you’ve been working.”
“I told you—oh,fuck.”
My protest is cut off when he roughly plunges two fingers into my wet centre, making my damn toes curl.
“I know what you told me, Bam.”
My stomach flips at his casual use of my nickname, only to tighten again when he continues to play me like an instrument with those talented fingers of his.
“And I don’t fucking believe you.”
I cry out desperately. “No,no. You’ve got it wrong, I swear.”
“You’re trying to tell me I can trust you, is that it?” He rotates his wrist, adding another finger, and my body vibrates under his touch. “You trying to tell me that we can go back to what we had? What wecouldhave been, is that what you’re saying?”
My breath comes in short gasps when he picks up the pace, reaching his other hand around the front of my thigh to strum my slick clit mercilessly.
I lift my head from the cushioned booth, my eyes hooded as they find his fixed on me.
“Or are you just another liar, out for herself and her ownpleasure?” He spits the final word, driving his fingers even deeper as he angles them perfectly to stroke the swollen bundle of nerves deep within me.
My eyelids flutter closed as an orgasm barrels through my body, shaking me to my very core. I press my face down against the soft cushions beneath me, grinding back against his magical fingers as I come undone while I scream his name.
“Yesssss. Oh, Caden.Oh, Cade!”
He drops to his knees behind me, covering my slick centre with his mouth to enter me harshly with his pointed tongue. His slick digits slide along the curve of my hips, angling me just right as he eats my pussy like a starved man.
His thumb slides higher, dipping precariously close to no-man’s-land, and I try to tug out of his hold.
“No!” His single-worded command stops me in my tracks.
“Itoldyou, Summer. You want to be a working girl? That means youtake…”
He dips his slick thumb into the crevice of my ass, sliding over the most private part of me.
“What…”
