Free The Broken by Ker Dukey Page B

pushing against mine.
He kicks my legs apart using his knee and foot. He grabs my wrists
in one hand and forces them up above my head; his grip tight,
pinching the skin. I hear him unbuckling his belt and tugging his
buttons open. He dips and then thrusts up into me.
    “Oh God!”
    The delicious
burn, then fullness, has my heart pounding against my ribcage, my
blood roaring in my ears. I relish the subtle pain as my body
struggles to accept his full length. His free hand seeks my clit as
he runs his fingers between my wet folds, thrusting in and out of
me hard and fast. He needs to dip his knees to accommodate the
height difference, giving him extra leverage when he propels
himself upwards, nearly taking me off my feet. My cries of pleasure
fill the still night air. Sammy brings his hand up from my sex and
places it over my mouth; the scent of my arousal assaults my nose
as the moist dampness coats my lips. It’s so erotic to taste myself
on him.
    “You’re so
fucking loud, Twink,” he growls, pulling himself from the depths of
my sex. I push my ass backwards, forcing him to step back, and then
rush to the back door, slipping inside. He’s hot on my tail,
reaching out for me and spinning me to face him. I bring my hand
whirling round with me to connect with his cheek. His head whips to
the side at the contact; the sting in my palm excites me. An angry,
primal growl roars from his chest as he launches himself towards
me, pushing me backwards. He grabs me under the arms and tosses me
onto the kitchen table. The wood scrapes against my soft, fevered
flesh. He forces my knees to part and stands between my thighs,
pushing my shoulders back until I’m lying flat on my back, my ass
balancing on the edge. He lifts my legs, laying them up the length
of his torso, the balls of my feet resting on his pecs. His hot
mouth traces wet kisses across the arch of my foot, down to my
ankle. I reach up, clasping handfuls of his dark, wavy locks and
yank him forward, his hard cock slipping back into my wet,
welcoming depths. We groan in unison at the contact. He reaches
forward, yanking down the small piece of material containing my
breasts; they spill from my top. His thumbs stroke against my hard,
sensitive buds. I feel my body heating all over, my mind and body
spiralling into the bliss of Sammy’s touch. I’m pulsing with
pleasure, the air fills with electricity. My skin vibrates with
every thrust he gives me. Sammy moves his hands to clamp down on my
thighs holding me to him as he crashes into me over and over, the
slapping of our skin growing louder with every deep thrust of his
hips. My body slick with sweat doesn’t stop the wood’s friction
burn clawing at my skin; I bend my knee and push my feet against
his chest, forcing him from me. We both whimper from the loss of
contact. I sit forward and push him back, his knees collide with a
chair and his heavy frame collapses into the seat. I jump down from
the table, turning my back to Sammy and sinking down onto him.
    “Oh fuck, Riv,”
he moans as I take his full length into my body. The angle is
almost painful and I love it. His thighs are open, his body leaning
back on the seat, lazily. My thighs are pushed together between
his, making my sex squeeze him tighter. I lift myself up and down
onto him over and over, my torso leaning forward, my hands resting
on his knees as I rotate my hips, savouring the feel of him inside
me. When I only have his tip inside me, I tease him before forcing
myself down hard and fast. I keep the same rhythm, and he gasps
every time I push down on to him. His sexy noises turn me on so
much, my sex tightens and pushes me over the edge.
    “Sammy!” I cry
out as my sex floods with my arousal.
    “Fuck!” Sammy
shouts, lifting me from him and bending me over the table. My hot
flushed cheek meets the wood of the table, my nipples welcoming the
harsh feel of the battered wood. He drops to his knees behind me
and my body jolts forward from sensitivity as