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Break Me Slowly (Shattered #1)(11)
Author: Joya Ryan

Acceptance.

Belonging.

Control.

Adam Kinkade.

I was eye level with his cock, which was hard and straining against his dark blue slacks. What would it feel like in my hand? What would it taste like? Like pulling thoughts straight from my mind, he unzipped his pants. My eyes were riveted to the action.

“You kneel there, licking your lips and staring down my cock. It gives a man ideas.”

I nodded, still enthralled with watching him. Aside from some brief encounters with photos and Cinemax, I had never seen a penis up close. When he parted the fly on his pants, I saw his erection strain against his gray boxer briefs. The crown was bulging well above the elastic waistband.

Holy God, the man was huge.

“You want this?” He reached into his boxers and gripped himself.

“Yes.” And I did. So bad.

He pulled himself completely free. Gripping his massive length in one hand, he fisted my hair in the other. “I can be a very agreeable man, Katelyn. But I always acquiesce to the word no. Say it, and all this will end.”

He stood still. I knew he was waiting to see if I’d say it. But I wouldn’t.

Because I didn’t want this to end.

I had no idea what I was doing. Going from never seeing a penis, to touching it—let alone putting one in my mouth—was a big jump. But I wanted it. Wanted him.

He guided his shaft to my lips, coaxing me to open. I did. He rubbed the tip along my tongue. His eyes smoldered like blue embers. Deciding to test my nerve, I snaked my tongue along the slit. He groaned.

“We will happen, Katelyn, but I’m not above working for it.”

He wanted to work for me? That made me want to preen. In that moment, I was on my knees, his dominance taking me over, yet I felt more in control than I had in years. Because he wanted me.

Confidence reinforced, I licked the crown, then glanced up at him to gauge his reaction. Could he tell I had never done this? I hoped not. His gaze bore down on me with savage lust. I closed my mouth over the tip and gently sucked.

He seemed to like that. His hand tightened in my hair. “Now, what did you want to talk to me about?”

I released him from my mouth and looked up at him. “The apartments off Highway Ninety.” He tilted his hips, his hard penis prodding my lips. This was to be a multi-tasking situation. I sucked the head again, but this time I twirled my tongue on the underside before releasing him, and rained wet flicks of my tongue from root to tip. “You bought them. What will you do with them?”

He stared down at me. “Tear them down and build another distribution center.”

I pulled back. “You can’t—”

He shoved his big c**k in my mouth and thrust hard, hitting the end of my throat. My eyes watered. “I can,” he growled. “Try again.”

He withdrew slowly. My whole body vibrated with need and confusion. I liked his taste. Liked his forcefulness. But I loved that I didn’t flinch from him, because somehow, deep down, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.

This was something different. I trusted him to read me. He had done a good job so far, to figure out my thoughts and body language. The desire to suck him deep and hard surged. So many new emotions that didn’t make sense and that conflicted with one another were blistering through my brain.

I wanted to maintain my control as much as I wanted him to take it.

Was this what it felt like? Losing your mind? Because I was certain that was what was happening. Nothing made sense. I wanted him. But I had to keep my mother in her home.

“Please don’t tear them down.” I drew him into my mouth again and when he hit deep, I swallowed in reaction. My throat muscles constricted around the head.

He hissed and his thumb caressed my hair along my brow. I made a note that he seemed to like that swallowing trick.

“Why do you care about these apartments?”

I didn’t want to answer. I wanted to continue tasting him. Everything about my life beyond the daily routine stressed me out. Nothing was simple, and I didn’t want to go into all of it. Between financial aid and my job, I barely made enough to cover my own rent and bills, let alone my mother’s. The apartment was inexpensive and was all I could help her with. But it was never enough. There was always a call, a plea, for my help, whether it was getting her power turned back on because she’d missed last month’s payment or bringing dinner by. I knew deep down I shouldn’t care, should probably hate her for everything she had done to me, but she was my mother, and she had no one else.

“Why, Katelyn?” He tipped my head and withdrew. My eyes were forced up, locking on his.

“M-my mother lives there. It’s where I grew up.”

His lips thinned and he searched my face. I didn’t want to say any more and silently begged him to let this drop.

He didn’t say a word. Instead, he pushed his c**k into my mouth. I happily accepted. He cupped the back of my head in one hand and began thrusting in and out. The position he took was clear. He was f**king me.

I knelt there and let him. Loving every moment. The way his smooth c**k slid between my lips. The side of myself normally kept dormant, the sexual side, raged to life. I sucked hard, swirled my tongue over and over. I didn’t know if I was doing this right or wrong and I didn’t care. I just wanted this moment to last.

Because in this moment, I was free and tamed all at the same time.

“I’m going to come, Katelyn, and I want you to swallow it.”

My eyes shot wide. I didn’t know what to expect, but a part of me wanted to taste what I brought forth from this powerful man. He groaned and suddenly a hot lash of liquid coated my throat. I swallowed quickly, but it kept coming.

I could barely keep up. It tasted warm and salty. Some of it dribbled from the corner of my mouth but all I could think about was that I had made him come.

When the last of his release came out, he slowly moved in and out, as if urging me to lick him clean. He pulled away, but kept his eyes on me as he refastened his pants.

He reached out his hand and helped me to my feet. He ran his finger along the corner of my mouth, gathering the small amount of liquid there, and placed it at my lips. I tentatively sucked his finger and his eyes went heavy-lidded.

“You’re stealing my logic,” he said.

If there was one thing I was learning, it was that Adam spoke plainly, yet there was a lot behind his words. I was stealing his logic? He had just ripped mine out by the teeth and shattered it.

He ran his fingers through my hair, softening and straightening it. His glacier eyes melted a bit and I felt like we had come to some kind of silent understanding. My mind was mush, my body humming.

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