Free Because He Breaks Me by Hannah Ford Page A

with one hand and twist the sheets in my fingers with the other.
    And then his tongue was on my clit, licking me, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue sliding up inside of me.
    I couldn’t take it anymore, and I looked down at him, saw myself spread out, his mouth on me, kissing me open mouthed on my pussy, eating me. He stopped for a moment, the arch of his top lip twitching into a smile.
    “You like watching me eat that sweet pussy, Lemon?”
    I nodded, suddenly shy.
    His grin grew more devilish. “Say it.”
    “I like watching you eat my pussy.”
    He continued to fuck me with his tongue, his mouth more insistent now, his hand grabbing my ass and pulling me into him. My hands found his hair, and I ran my fingers through the soft strands, surprised he was allowing me to touch him like that.
    “Callum,” I breathed. “Oh my God, Callum.”
    He licked and sucked me for what felt like forever, instinctually knowing when I was on the brink of coming, and pulling back when he knew I was close. He played with the folds of my pussy, spreading me apart, kissing my slit, his hands and mouth in control and expert at what he was doing.
    My whole body was screaming for relief, every nerve ending alive with ecstasy.
    “I’m going to come,” I said, and he immediately stopped and slid back up my body.
    “Not yet, baby,” he murmured.
    He wrapped his arms around me, steadying one hand on my hip. I looked away from him the way he liked, but he cupped my chin and pulled it back toward him. “Look at me while I slide inside your pussy.”
    Our gazes locked, my brown eyes onto his blue ones as he lined me up over his cock. I gasped as he began to push inside of me. He was so thick and hard, the swollen head of his dick causing me to stretch out around him, even though I was dripping wet.
    “That’s it, baby,” he said. “Good girl.”
    His hand moved down my body and pulled my leg up further on his hip as he began fucking me. We were still staring into each other’s eyes, and it was so intense and intimate that finally, I had to look away.
    I tipped my head back and closed my eyes as he pushed further inside of me, and I felt his hands brushing my hair back off my shoulders, felt his mouth find my nipple again.
    Him sucking my tit coupled while his dick was finally buried all the way in my pussy made me moan.
    He reached around and grabbed the back of my head gently, pulled it back up so that I was forced to look at him.
    He rested his forehead against mine. “Keep your eyes open.”
    I did as he said, but it almost felt like too much, the sensations, the emotions, the two of us staring at each other as he moved inside of me.
    “Adriana,” he breathed. “Oh my God, Adriana, you are so beautiful.”
    I could feel him everywhere, not just physically inside of me, but his soul, his spirit, somehow connecting with mine. The physical sensation was out of this world, nothing I could ever put into words or articulate. It was beyond my comprehension.
    He kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth, his stubble rubbing against my chin as he continued to fuck me. He picked up the pace, his hips pressing into mine, and then he slowed down, slower and slower until he was just inside of me, but not moving.
    Our chests were pressed together, and I could feel his heart beating in tandem with mine, steady through the chiseled muscles of his pecs.
    He was still kissing me, hard and deep, his hands moving through my hair, over my shoulders, every touch leaving a searing trail of heat. I was feverish and hungry for him, and I was glad he’d taken the blanket off me, because I was so hot I was sure I was going to combust.
    He took my hand in his and slid it down to where he was inside of me, placing it gently on his shaft as he pulled out of me and then slid back in.
    “Feel how I’m making you mine,” he whispered and I groaned.
    I closed my eyes, but he wasn’t having it. “Look at me,” he commanded gruffly.
    I opened my eyes and