Free MadetoBeBroken by Lyra Byrnes Page B

as
she’d briefly imagined him before, yanking her hair back while taking her
roughly from behind.
    “Good little slut,” he panted. “Don’t stop.”
    Something in his voice brought her up short. Her lips tightened
and she cast her eyes upward to meet his, taking care that he was watching his
cock disappearing into her mouth over and over. When he saw her glance up, a
yearning for his approval in her eyes, he gave a mighty groan, pulling her head
so close she could have swallowed him, root and balls both, and held her there
while his seed spurted down her throat.
    She breathed in the dark scent of his pubic hair, part soap,
part his own leather and fresh tobacco scent, trying not to choke as she
swallowed. Then, for reasons she could not explain even to herself, she sat
back on her heels and opened her mouth wide for his inspection.
    “Every drop,” he husked. “Good girl. You know how to satisfy
a man with your mouth. Tell me, are you satisfied?”
    “Yes.”
    He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled hard, snapping
her head back. “You lie to me again. We had a bargain.”
    “I ¼ I’m wet,” she
said, more weakly than she wanted to.
    “That’s better.” He spread the robe on the soft grass and
gestured for her to lie back. “Open the legs.”
    This time he knelt before her, his hands stroking her calves
and thighs worshipfully. “So beautiful, this sight,” he murmured against her
skin. “I dreamed of a sweet pussy like this, tight and pink. Your pussy.”
    She felt the soft pressure of his lips high on her inner
thigh, where the skin was silkiest and most sensitive. Moisture wept from her
cleft as he kissed her again and again on her mound, her belly and in the
indentations just inside her hips. He took one of her lower lips between his
teeth, nibbling lightly then sucking, but her clit pulsed, untouched and
aching. She writhed beneath his head, tilting up her hips desperately.
    “So impatient, krahsniy . I could make you come just
like this.”
    It was true. He flicked his tongue against her weeping slit,
not touching her throbbing bud, and her legs began to shake. He pushed her
thighs farther apart so that she could not clench and stimulate herself,
licking, sucking and kissing every millimeter of velvety flesh except the one
that had grown hard and sensitive. Her juices leaked, soaking the robe beneath
her.
    A new sensation made her gasp—a waft of warm air on her very
center. Her clit trembled each time he blew on it, setting her to writhing,
weak moans escaping her lips. The ache was unbearable. If he would only keep
doing that, rhythmically and without letup, she could finally come. She felt
his fingers dip into her sex and she strained to meet them, but he had other
plans. A gentle but insistent push between the globes of her ass startled her.
The slick finger probed relentlessly. She relaxed against the pressure,
focusing on the puffs of air stimulating her nub and not the invasion of the
finger—now two fingers—pumping in and out of her tight rosebud, igniting nerves
she never knew she had.
    Just as she felt the wave begin to crest, something hard and
wet rammed inside her opening. Her hand drifted toward her crotch but he
stopped it, mashing her fingers in his, fucking her pussy with his tongue and
her asshole with his fingers. Her body shook, her back arched, everything in
her vision melted into darkness until she was just a bundle of nerves and need,
panting and moaning like an animal. Finally he pressed the flat of his tongue
hard against her throbbing clit and ground the wet organ against it, shattering
her into a thousand pieces that seemed to shoot from her body and burst into
the forest like Roman candles.
    She didn’t know how long she had lain there panting,
blinking the darkness away, but Alexi swam into her vision, unsmiling but with
a soft look in his glittering eyes. He was hard again.
    He landed a kiss on each knee as she struggled to her
elbows.
    “Are you going to