Page 70 of Broken Strings


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She cries out, helpless to fight the climax that ploughs through her. Her hips buck against my face, and my cock leaks a steady stream of precum when her sweetness floods my tongue.

As she descends from the highest of heights, her body trembles under the force of her blissful surrender. When she opens her glassy eyes, they unerringly land on my own similar ones.

Whatever she sees within the depths of my gaze has her scrambling to climb off my chest, to line her hot core up with my weeping dick. She lowers herself onto my length with a low hiss of pleasure as she holds my eyes with an intensity that knocks the breath from my body.

Our joint moans of rapture fill the air when my cock is fully sheathed inside her tightness.

“Oh, shit. You’re so damn wet, Bam. You’re fucking perfect.”

She rocks her hips, then circles them, opening herself up to me, her eyes never once straying from mine.

“You’re sodeep, Cade.”

Her palms rest on my chest as she rides my dick like she’s been made to do this and only this. Like she’s been made to take my cock.

My hands shoot forward, grasping her hips to increase the speed of our bodies.

“That’s it, Bambi. Ride me. Ride my fucking cock like you were born to do it.”

She trembles, her eyes threatening to fall shut, but managing to keep holding mine. I begin to buck against her when her pussy clamps down on me as a third orgasm builds deep inside of her.

“Yes, fuck yes. Choke my cock with that sweet cunt of yours.”

Her channel flexes around my dick as she rides me in earnest. Her hips bucking now, faltering in their rhythm as her climax crests. The sounds of our bodies slapping together, the feel of her wrapped around my cock, the heady scent of her arousal surrounding me.

It’s all too much.

“I’m coming. Fuck yes, take it all. Take all of me.”

My words spur both of us onwards, climbing closer and closer towards an inferno of our own making until suddenly, we’re consumed by the fire.

My balls draw up tight when her cries of pleasure fill my ears. We continue to hold one another’s gazes when our bodies ignite, and an orgasm, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, ricochets through me. Her eyes flicker but don’t close as they pin me in place, and we burn together in the exquisite flames of an earth-shattering climax.

Long moments pass as our bodies return to earth until I’ve gathered enough energy to push myself forward, pressing my ear against her sweat-slick chest. The galloping cadence of her heart fills my ears, and I’m immediately at ease in her loving embrace.

“I love you, Summer St James.” Turning my face, I press a kiss to the curve of her breast right over her heart and whisper softly. “Please don’t run from me again. My heart can’t take it.”

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SUMMER

Once we’ve descended from our joint high, Caden pulls me into the crook of his arm, holding me close against him.

He presses his nose to the top of my head, inhaling deeply as the steady cadence of his heartbeat fills my ears.

“About what Layla said…back at the house…”

He trails off, clearing his throat before kissing my forehead. I twist my neck so that I can make eye contact, silently encouraging him to continue with a small nod.

“What did she mean about being pregnant back then?” His forehead crinkles in confusion. “Clearly, there was no baby. I…I don’t understand.”

Sighing internally, I can feel my own face scrunch up—more in distaste than confusion—before I try to find the right words.

“I don’t know a lot, but it was the day of your brother’s…the day of…”

I trail off uncertainly before drawing a deep breath in through my nostrils and steeling my spine.

“You had been released from the hospital three days earlier, but you’d stayed in the city with your parents and your sisters. Layla and I had stayed at your parents’ house with Uncle Noah, so the first time you saw his room was when you came back…after the funeral.”

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