Page 16 of Unbroken

He doesn’t ease up. Keeping up his attack. His tongue thrusting in and out. His grunts are filling my trailer. And when his thumb rubs over my clit, I shatter again. A violent wave of heat plunders through my entire body. My mind goes numb to the bliss coursing through my veins. God, it’s been so long. So long since his mouth has been on me. So long since I’ve been with anything other than my hand or my plastic cock. And damn, was it so fucking good.

“Fuck, baby girl. You taste so damn sweet.” He laps up the remnants of my orgasm, slowly licking me down from the wild trip I was just on. “This is the sweetest little cunt on earth.”

Oh God. If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to grab onto his head and rub myself off on him again. He’s rekindling the flame, sparking the tingles back to life instead of settling them down. But then he’s gone. He pulls away, sitting back up, and the look that’s now burning in his eyes has me thinking I may need to make a run for it. I shift back, putting some space between meand my attacker. Scooting as far away from him as I can get. Barely a foot.

“Where are you running to, little one?” His head tilts to the side again, and that dangerous gleam is back. The pulse at his jaw is ticking fast, and my heart is racing faster. “It’s time for you to welcome home your man.”

His words scrape down my spine like nails scraping down a chalkboard.My man?He’s not my man. He lied to me and broke my heart into a million little pieces. He wanted me to hate him, well, I do. I hate the fact that for the last six years I’ve been wondering what I did wrong. I’ve been wondering how much of our relationship truly was a lie and whether any of it was real. For the last six years, I’ve been miserable. Barely getting through my days. Barely wanting to get out of bed. And I lost everything. Everything I hoped for and wanted is gone. Because how was I going to chase down my dream when Kayden was it?

And if he thinks he’s just going to show up, explain himself, and then all is going to go back to normal, he’s fucking delusional. I reach down to the side of my bed and pull my handgun out, pointing it right at his chest.

“You’re not my man, Kayden. Now you better zip those pants right back up and keep that dick locked away, or I’ll blow the little pecker off.” I drop the barrel right to the bulging spot, trying not to drool over the size of the hard ridge. Trying not to be distracted by the memory of his perfect cock.

He shifts on the bed, and before I realize it, he’s disarmed me of the gun and is braced over me, pinning my arms above my head. Goodness, he’s fast. But to my credit, I was distracted.

“You better watch where you’re pointing that thing, baby. Didn’t anyone tell you not to play with guns?” His hand cups my chin, locking me in a tight grip, and I’m thankful for the restriction, which is preventing the whimper from leaving mylips. His hard cock is nestled right between my legs, and my clit is soaking up the pressure.

“Put up a fight all you want, Wren, but you and I both know your little cunt is craving to be fucked by thismassivecock.” He rubs the heavy bulge against me, and I struggle to keep my eyelids from closing. God, he feels good. Long and hard. Rubbing me back up into a tailspin of want. But when his lips tip up into a smug smirk, I finally get my head on straight.

“Get off me, you jerk.”

He shakes his head, tsking me. His free hand working to get his dick out. “Your pussy disagrees with you, baby. Now, quit throwing me your sass and open up your thighs for me. It’s time for you to give my dick the welcome home he deserves.”

“No!” I practically shout. He’s not going to crawl back into my bed and act like nothing happened. Act like everything’s okay. It’s not. I’m not okay. I’m so fucked up in the head. Wanting him. Hating him. Sad. Angry. Happy. I’m so fucking confused I can’t see straight. He’s not going to just waltz back into my life and think we’re going to pick up where we left off, because where we left off was with that horrible letter that broke me. The wound is too deep, and him fucking me senseless isn’t going to heal it.

He leans down snarling, looking pissed by my lack of cooperation. “I’m not asking, little one. I’m fucking telling you to spread your goddamn legs and let me have what’s mine.”

“I’m not yours,” I seethe, lifting my head and meeting his stare dead on. “You lost me, Kayden. You chose to let me go, so fucking leave.”

His hands grip onto my waist, and I’m suddenly flipped onto my stomach, pinned to the bed by his huge frame. His dick pressing against my butt, chest against my back, with his mouth right at my ear. “You say that shit again, and you’ll get a spanking, do you hear me? I get that you’re pissed, baby. Don’teven blame you for hating me. But don’t you dare for one second say that you’re not mine. Because you’ve never been anyone else’s and you never will be. I may have to repent for what I did, but I will never walk away from us.”

I feel his hard dick sliding into me, and the protest gets buried under the sensation that’s taking over. God, it feels so good. He’s so thick. Stretching me open. Sliding against my inner walls. Filling me to the brim. Fuck, I’m so weak. I should be kicking and screaming, fighting him off. Telling him to go to hell. But it’s been so long. My body has been starved for him. Desperate for his touch. Longing to be fucked good and hard.

The voice in my head starts getting louder, telling me I need to put a stop to this because I’m just going to wind up getting hurt again, but my pussy is ignoring my sensical demands. I resolve to compromise between the harsh reality and lust, deciding I’ll give him the best fuck of his life and then send him on his way. Thenhecan be tortured with the memory. He can spend his days knowing what he lost. Remembering how fucking good it was before it was all ripped away. He can agonize over the consequences of his actions, and me, I may finally get some peace from the pain, knowing that Karma can be one hell of a bitch and I’m not the only one suffering.

CHAPTER 12

Kayden

Day 2,252

My world rocked.

She lets out a sexy little moan, and I know I’ve won. I thought for a moment, my dick would be tossed out into the frigid cold, but she’s finally relented. And God, does she feel good. Her inner walls are like smooth silk, grabbing onto my shaft and hugging me tight. It’s better than I fucking remember. Tighter than when we were first together. I slide my dick back out and push in slowly, letting out a groan as her muscles constrict around me again.

All the lonely nights, all the times I fisted myself to the memories of my sweet girl never compared to the real thing. Her pussy feels like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

My eyes open when she lets out a low moan. She’s rising up onto her knees, giving me better access, showing that she’s righthere with me now. She’s on the same fucking page, and hell, am I so fucking thankful. Her hips thrust back, taking control of the speed, demanding more. I catch her hint and thrust faster and harder. Every pump she meets head on. Her ass smacking into me, jolting my cock deeper inside her tight core. She keeps up her pace, and I sit back and watch. Enjoying the fucking view of her plump rear as she pumps it back into me. Taking me in so well. Slickening up my shaft and making me shine with her need.

She shifts beneath me, rising up against my chest and wrapping her arm around my neck. I grab onto her chin and turn her head, then I meet her mouth, kissing her like my life depends on it. And it does. My heart depends on winning her love in order to keep it beating. My lungs depend on her happiness in order to keep breathing. And it’s now my life’s mission to earn her sweet smile again. Whatever I have to do, I will. And I won’t stop until that light’s shining back in her eyes.

Her mouth slips away from me, and she shifts in my arms again. This time, pulling off my dick. I’m about to grab onto her ass and lock her back down when she turns, tugging me forward and demanding I lie back on the bed. I do as she orders, groaning when she climbs up, straddling my waist. Her hands press to my chest as she aligns herself with my body. Her slick pussy hovering above my cockhead, and then…she slowly slides down, swallowing inch by inch.

I almost lose consciousness as the pleasure takes hold. My balls tighten, and a groan rumbles from my chest. This girl… Damn, she drives me crazy. When her curvy little hips get to rocking, riding me like a bull, I nearly spill my seed. “Fuck, baby. You almost there? Need to come inside this little cunt. Feels so damn good.” It’s been years, and I’m too strung out to last.

My words set her on fire, and she takes off for the finish line. Thrusting faster and grinding her pussy down to get the friction she needs on her clit. When I give her a reach-around and rubagainst her rear little entrance, pressing in slightly just to give her a bit of added pressure, she hits her peak. My name comes screaming from her lips and she gives my cock a nice juicy ride, taking me right into the fray of her orgasm.

I come so hard, I’m not sure where the pleasure ends and reality begins. It’s so fucking good. More intense than it’s ever been, and I know it’s not just because I’ve gone without for so long. It’s her. Us. Having her in my arms, feeling the safety of her acceptance. She’s why it’s so incredible. She’s the reason it’s so powerful.