Free Because He Breaks Me by Hannah Ford

BECAUSE HE BREAKS ME
    A DRIANA

    “ I ’m going to fuck you now, Adriana,” he breathed. “And then I’m going to make you mine forever.”
    He slid the straps of my bra down over my shoulders, but stopped short of removing my bra or unhooking it. Instead, he pulled me to him and I buried my face against his muscular chest as he held me close and stroked my hair.
    My eyes locked on the alarm clock next to my bed as it turned to 11:11.
    11:11.
    I closed my eyes and made the silent wish, the wish that he would be mine, that he would let me in, that we could have something even remotely close to normal.
    He held me for a while, his hands moving over the small of my back until they finally drifted up my body to the clasp of my bra. He unhooked it expertly, and my breasts spilled out, my nipples stiffening instantly in the cool air of the room, the only part of me that was suddenly cold while the rest of my body burned bright like a roaring furnace.
    He took my breasts in his hands and lowered his head, sucking a nipple into his mouth. I watched him as he licked and sucked the pebbled peek, his stubble brushing against my skin.
    I arched my back and to give him better access, crying out as he moved to my other breast, his mouth warming my skin until my whole body scorching even hotter than it had before.
    I took in a shuddering breath as his hand wandered down my side, my tit still in his mouth, his tongue and lips working, sucking, licking, flooding my pussy with an exquisite ache.
    He flattened his palm against my hipbone, and moved further down, his thumb grazing the outside of my panties, his sucking on my tit becoming more insistent as he felt how wet I was already, how the soft fabric of my panties stuck to my skin. But he didn’t try to get to my bare pussy.
    Instead, he grabbed my leg and pulled it up over his hip, grinding into me so I could feel how hard his cock was. I pushed into his dick and he let me, his hands digging into my ass, his nails dragging over my skin.
    I gasped as he moved his mouth off my nipple with an audible pop.
    He grinned at me then, that devilish grin of his, the one he gave me when he knew I was completely at his mercy, wanting and willing to do whatever it was he desired or required of me.
    Then he pulled down the covers, and I tried to grab them, to pull them back over myself, but he wrenched them from my grasp and threw them onto the floor.
    “I need to see you,” he said, and then he slid down my body, his breath moving over my skin like a wave until he got to my pussy. I was still on my side, and he pulled my right leg up and pushed it over his shoulder.
    His mouth was right near my pussy and he ran his finger over my panties and down my slit.
    “Shit, Adriana,” he said. “Your so fucking wet, baby.”
    He slowly tugged my panties to the side, baring one of my pussy lips to him.
    I groaned.
    “Shh, baby,” he said, and pulled my panties all the way over. He slapped my pussy with the flat of his open palm. “Quiet.”
    I squirmed a tiny bit and wiggled my hips, feeling like I would go insane if he didn’t put his mouth on me.
    Instead, he continued his torture, taking the pad of his thumb and pressing it against my wet pussy, working it slowly, slowly, slowly inside of me, millimeter by millimeter until he finally found my clit. He rubbed it softly, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
    “God damn, Lemon,” he said. “You are still so tight, even after that hard fucking I gave you last night.” He pulled his finger out of me and I whimpered a little until he slapped my pussy again, my sign that he wanted me to quiet.
    He waited a long beat, which felt like an eternity, then grabbed the sides of my panties and pulled them off me agonizingly slowly. Then he spread my pussy open, his index and middle fingers forming a V to pull the hood of my clit back.
    He groaned, then he blew on my open pussy softly, the sensation causing me to grab the pillow that was under my head