Breached
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I lost the ability to think, words and moans spilling from my mouth, hips driven by the need to empty my balls inside her. She was so fucking beautiful beneath me. A fucking goddess for the way she made me feel.
For the third time I was inside her, and there still was no getting enough. I held the back of her neck in my hand, our bodies chest to chest as I sucked and nipped at her neck. When that wasn’t enough, I clamped my teeth down on the meat of her shoulder while I slammed into her. She arched into me, her pussy squeezing me again.
Fuck.
“You’re going to come.”
I pressed my lips to her and groaned, the sound passing between us. It wasn’t enough. I needed harder, faster. My body begged for the furious tempo.
Grabbing onto her legs, I placed them on my shoulders. It was an even deeper angle, and I loved how it made her even tighter.
“Oh God!” she cried out as I pounded her.
“Yes, that’s it, baby. Take it. Flood your pussy and let it flow out onto my dick. You know you want to.”
“More.”
Fuck, I loved it when she begged for more. “Shit! Fuck, baby, you’re…oh, fucking…clenching so tight…so fucking tight!” The words stammered out as the blissful white started to take over, pushing out thought.
“Fuck, Nate. Yes!” she screamed as she clenched around me.
Every muscle vibrated as she milked me. “Yes! Oh, fuck, baby, fucking you… God, so good!”
I pulled my hips back, removing my cock, determined to mark another part of her. A few pumps and time seemed to slow as I watched my come shoot out and land on her skin. The pearly drops reached her breasts on the first shot, the others landing on her stomach.
Fucking perfect work of art.
“Shit, that is the best fucking sight in the world. You look so fucking good covered in me.” I moved my cock around her skin, spreading the last few drops that fell, watching as it soaked into her skin.
“That was… God, I can’t describe it,” she said as she reached up and pushed away a few strands of hair.
I knew exactly what she meant. As much as I hated to admit it, she was my perfect sexual match.
“I know.”
I smiled down at her, watching as more of it dried and settled in.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow. I want Starbucks in the morning. You’re buying.”
Demands now?
I let out a chuckle. “How about I tell the other ladies I’m gay? Would that be sufficient payment?”
“I’m not some damn call girl, you know.”
I smirked down at her just to tease her more while I stood and pulled my pants back up to my hips. My lack of response only made it sweeter, especially when I headed toward the door.
“Asshole!” she yelled from the couch.
“You mean ‘thank you!’” I said with a snort as I made my way out and into the hall.
It was as I waited for the elevator that the high I felt began to wear off, leaving me once again trying to convince myself that it couldn’t happen again. The part that bothered me the most was the lie of an agreement I gave myself.
No, it can’t happen again. At the same time, Yes, I want to be inside her and all around her and never fucking stop.
I wanted to fuck her again and again and again until there was nothing left of both of us. The sad fact was that my reality didn’t allow it.
Fucking the same woman more than a few times was a relationship, and that was something I couldn’t afford.
CHAPTER 13
I stared up at the club where I’d spent many nights trolling for sex and picking up women. The neon of the signage lit up the parking lot.
Why did I agree to this?
Because what’s ours is in there, with other males.
As she should be. Finding someone who isn’t fucked up beyond repair.
The beast rattled at the bars, making me close my eyes and crane my neck, pulling at the tight muscles.
“Nate, how’s it hanging, man?” Jerome, the bouncer, asked as I stepped up.
We shook hands, and I smiled. “Good. How’s your wife doing?”
“Aw, man.” He shook his head and circled his arms out in front of him. “About like this. She’s due in six weeks and more than ready for him to come out.”
My smile faltered, but I picked it back up, forced it to reach my eyes. “That’s awesome! I didn’t know she was pregnant.”
He smiled and shrugged. “Well, you ain’t been around to tell.”
I nodded. “It’s been a busy time.”
“Well, go on. Lots of hotties in there tonight. Go get you some.”
I nodded and waved at him. “Have a good night.”
“I’ll see your ass on the way out.”
There was a sense of familiarity as I stepped inside. Looking around, there was a definite difference from six months ago. It felt like every time before, I was in a fogged-over, dream-like haze. Almost like I was seeing things clearly.
Then again, everything about me was blurred. All the way to the point when I met Lila. She was the shift for everything, all I could think about. She was the reason I was chaos incarnate.
The club was dimly lit with colored lights moving across the dance floor. At the bar, Alex was working his smile as he made a crowd of girls some drinks. There were tall tables by the bar and shorter ones on the edge of the dance floor, which was a few feet below the bar. Surrounding the rest of the floor against the walls were about a dozen half-moon booths.
I scanned each space, looking for my coworkers, searching for…
Shit. I am not searching for her.
Of course we are. She’s why we came.
Can’t you just shut up?
No. Not until you let me out.
You’re nothing but trouble.
We can work together, behave, even out.
I froze the second I saw her profile, watched her head tip back as she took a shot. Her tongue swiped across her lips, and the image shot straight to my dick. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, watching her from a different vantage point as she socialized—a rarity.
I stepped toward her, my feet acting almost on their own. Her posture straightened and she froze, her gaze locked on the glass in front of her.
“Hey, Nathan, you made it!” Caroline said with a smile.
I didn’t miss the glare Lila shot her as they all scooted around to give me some space to sit. She refused to look at me, to acknowledge me, and it pissed me off.
For the third time I was inside her, and there still was no getting enough. I held the back of her neck in my hand, our bodies chest to chest as I sucked and nipped at her neck. When that wasn’t enough, I clamped my teeth down on the meat of her shoulder while I slammed into her. She arched into me, her pussy squeezing me again.
Fuck.
“You’re going to come.”
I pressed my lips to her and groaned, the sound passing between us. It wasn’t enough. I needed harder, faster. My body begged for the furious tempo.
Grabbing onto her legs, I placed them on my shoulders. It was an even deeper angle, and I loved how it made her even tighter.
“Oh God!” she cried out as I pounded her.
“Yes, that’s it, baby. Take it. Flood your pussy and let it flow out onto my dick. You know you want to.”
“More.”
Fuck, I loved it when she begged for more. “Shit! Fuck, baby, you’re…oh, fucking…clenching so tight…so fucking tight!” The words stammered out as the blissful white started to take over, pushing out thought.
“Fuck, Nate. Yes!” she screamed as she clenched around me.
Every muscle vibrated as she milked me. “Yes! Oh, fuck, baby, fucking you… God, so good!”
I pulled my hips back, removing my cock, determined to mark another part of her. A few pumps and time seemed to slow as I watched my come shoot out and land on her skin. The pearly drops reached her breasts on the first shot, the others landing on her stomach.
Fucking perfect work of art.
“Shit, that is the best fucking sight in the world. You look so fucking good covered in me.” I moved my cock around her skin, spreading the last few drops that fell, watching as it soaked into her skin.
“That was… God, I can’t describe it,” she said as she reached up and pushed away a few strands of hair.
I knew exactly what she meant. As much as I hated to admit it, she was my perfect sexual match.
“I know.”
I smiled down at her, watching as more of it dried and settled in.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow. I want Starbucks in the morning. You’re buying.”
Demands now?
I let out a chuckle. “How about I tell the other ladies I’m gay? Would that be sufficient payment?”
“I’m not some damn call girl, you know.”
I smirked down at her just to tease her more while I stood and pulled my pants back up to my hips. My lack of response only made it sweeter, especially when I headed toward the door.
“Asshole!” she yelled from the couch.
“You mean ‘thank you!’” I said with a snort as I made my way out and into the hall.
It was as I waited for the elevator that the high I felt began to wear off, leaving me once again trying to convince myself that it couldn’t happen again. The part that bothered me the most was the lie of an agreement I gave myself.
No, it can’t happen again. At the same time, Yes, I want to be inside her and all around her and never fucking stop.
I wanted to fuck her again and again and again until there was nothing left of both of us. The sad fact was that my reality didn’t allow it.
Fucking the same woman more than a few times was a relationship, and that was something I couldn’t afford.
CHAPTER 13
I stared up at the club where I’d spent many nights trolling for sex and picking up women. The neon of the signage lit up the parking lot.
Why did I agree to this?
Because what’s ours is in there, with other males.
As she should be. Finding someone who isn’t fucked up beyond repair.
The beast rattled at the bars, making me close my eyes and crane my neck, pulling at the tight muscles.
“Nate, how’s it hanging, man?” Jerome, the bouncer, asked as I stepped up.
We shook hands, and I smiled. “Good. How’s your wife doing?”
“Aw, man.” He shook his head and circled his arms out in front of him. “About like this. She’s due in six weeks and more than ready for him to come out.”
My smile faltered, but I picked it back up, forced it to reach my eyes. “That’s awesome! I didn’t know she was pregnant.”
He smiled and shrugged. “Well, you ain’t been around to tell.”
I nodded. “It’s been a busy time.”
“Well, go on. Lots of hotties in there tonight. Go get you some.”
I nodded and waved at him. “Have a good night.”
“I’ll see your ass on the way out.”
There was a sense of familiarity as I stepped inside. Looking around, there was a definite difference from six months ago. It felt like every time before, I was in a fogged-over, dream-like haze. Almost like I was seeing things clearly.
Then again, everything about me was blurred. All the way to the point when I met Lila. She was the shift for everything, all I could think about. She was the reason I was chaos incarnate.
The club was dimly lit with colored lights moving across the dance floor. At the bar, Alex was working his smile as he made a crowd of girls some drinks. There were tall tables by the bar and shorter ones on the edge of the dance floor, which was a few feet below the bar. Surrounding the rest of the floor against the walls were about a dozen half-moon booths.
I scanned each space, looking for my coworkers, searching for…
Shit. I am not searching for her.
Of course we are. She’s why we came.
Can’t you just shut up?
No. Not until you let me out.
You’re nothing but trouble.
We can work together, behave, even out.
I froze the second I saw her profile, watched her head tip back as she took a shot. Her tongue swiped across her lips, and the image shot straight to my dick. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, watching her from a different vantage point as she socialized—a rarity.
I stepped toward her, my feet acting almost on their own. Her posture straightened and she froze, her gaze locked on the glass in front of her.
“Hey, Nathan, you made it!” Caroline said with a smile.
I didn’t miss the glare Lila shot her as they all scooted around to give me some space to sit. She refused to look at me, to acknowledge me, and it pissed me off.
