Page 83 of The Fractured

Kira hummed and pushed back onto me.

I was plunged into her core, settling into a depth so right, my eyes rolled back.

Kira let out a breathy laugh, one I hoped was in disbelief or pure ecstasy. She leaned forward, hands sliding along the counter’s surface before she gripped its edge. Her red curls slid from her back, exposing the dimples by her spine — perfect little dents to place my thumbs — and the small sunflower tattoo between her shoulder blades.

The angle she was at opened her up to me and I began pulling out and then sinking all the way back in again, gradually building a pace until every time I thrust my hips flush against her ass, she was moaning.

I revelled in those noises and needed more of them.

I cupped her breast, the soft skin like butter in my palm, and brought the other hand to the front of her throat. All the while, I was thrusting into her hard and slow. I gently applied enough pressure to her throat that it was more of an invitation for her to straighten and bring her mouth to mine than a form of control. I would never want to control her. That untamed, free spirit she had was what I liked the most.

At this angle, each stroke of my cock was right up againstthatprecious spot. The one that caused her to moan the loudest until nothing came out. There was a faint smile in the corner of hermouth as it happened. She was enjoying every second, and I loved that it was me who provided it for her.

I brought my hand from her throat and traced it down to her clit. The bundle of nerves was hot to the touch, and she whimpered the second I pressed my finger to it.

“I-I’m going,” she panted, splaying her fingers on the countertop, “to c-cum.”

I smiled easily. “Already? We haven’t even started brainstorming yet.”

Who was I to talk? I was ready to burst the second she sat on my crotch.

She whimpered in response, closing her eyes as she shuddered. Her legs started to tremble.

“I want to see your eyes when it happens.” I planted an open-mouth kiss on her shoulder and gently pulled out.

Kira turned around, and I hoisted her onto the counter and sank right back into her. This time, the motion made her breasts bob as she lay back on the surface.

“We’ll need to find—oh sweet Jesus—we’ll need to find a place that delivers bubble tea.” Her words temporarily blindsided my train of thought.

More like train of dirty thoughts.

She actually wanted to brainstorm our plan to stay indoors.

“Hell yeah, we do,” I responded, positioning my hands on her waist. “And movies.”

Thrust.

“Lots.”

Thrust.

“And Lots.”

Thrust.

“Of.”

Thrust.

“Movies.”

Her thighs squeezed against my sides as she hummed a moan through her lips and dropped her head back. Those red curls cascaded down the other side of the counter. I couldn’t see it, but I could picture it. Like a painting in my mind, she was stunning.

And getting close to finishing.

Sweat gleamed on our skin, and suddenly, I didn’t care about labels for whatever this was between us. As long as I could spend time with Kira, fucking her or not, I didn’t care about anything else.

“Look at me, Kira.”