Broken Trust(Devastation Duet #2) - Winter Paige Page 0,5

mine, rasping out, “Tonight, you’re mine,” then kisses me deeply.

“I need to taste you, beautiful.” He pulls back and then trails warm kisses down my neck and chest, nipping and licking at both nipples as I squirm beneath him. His hair feathers across my belly as his tongue swirls around my navel and he continues his torturously slow descent. When he finally pushed my legs apart, settling between my thighs, I am on fire, and his first taste nearly sends me over the edge.

“Problem, beautiful?” He smirks.

“No, no problem,” I gasp out when his tongue takes another swipe over my clit.

“We have all night. Don’t hold back. There will be plenty more. Cum for me.” He licks me hungrily, holding tight to both thighs to keep me in place as I explode.

“Oh, Jonah. Oh, God! Oh, please. Oh, yes!”

“That’s one.” He raises his eyes to meet mine as he slowly begins pushing a finger inside me. “You’re so fucking wet for me. I… fuck, you’re tight! You aren’t a-“

“No.” I sit up, looking at him. “I’m not. Once before. No, we aren’t talking about it, and yes, I want you. Now.” I grab him, pulling him down to the bed.

“Okay,” he laughs. “I was only joking about the begging.”

“Oh? That’s too bad.” I grin, climbing on top of him. “Condom?”

He reaches over and passes me one from the nightstand.

“I don’t know how to.” I gesture down, causing him to laugh.

“Definitely losing that record deal. I am never leaving this bed.” He rolls the condom on and looks back at me. “Ready?”

I nod, taking a deep breath as I straddle his hips.

“Give me your hands.” He reaches for mine, helping to steady me. “Slowly, okay? No rush.”

I lower onto his cock an inch at a time, stilling once he’s completely inside. “Holy shit. Holy shit, you’re big.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, “You feel fucking incredible. Don’t move.” He closes his eyes, breathing deeply, then looks directly into mine. “Ride me, beautiful.”

I roll my hips slowly, adjusting to him. When he releases a moan, I ask breathlessly, “Show me what you like, rock star. Teach me.” He growls, gripping my hips and moving me up and down his cock, gaining speed with every rise and fall of my body onto his. I feel another orgasm building as I reach up, rubbing both of my nipples. When his thumb finds my clit, I shatter, screaming out his name, and slam down on him.

“Fuck.” He flips me to my back, pushing inside me and circling his hips slowly. “That’s two.” He places my calves on each of his shoulders, running his palms over my thighs. “You good?”

“Oh, God, yes,” I hiss when he thrusts into me, pulls out slowly, and pushes back in hard. “Ohhh, yes, please. Harder.”

“Oh, I can give it to you harder, beautiful.” He grips both thighs, pounding into me, each thrust more forceful, possessive. I feel another orgasm building right as he commands, “Cum for me, beautiful.” Thrust. “Cum.” Thrust. Thrust. “Now!”

I scream as the orgasm rips through me, burning a path through my body straight to my core. Leaning forward, he pushes my thighs to my shoulders, and his hips turn punishing. “You are so fucking perfect; I’m going to cum, beautiful. With me, give me one more.” He kisses me deeply as another orgasm slams into me.

“Oh, Jonah!” I shout as he growls out his release with a few final jerks of his hips.

“Three and Four.” He falls beside me with a grin, pulling my body to his and kissing me softly. I rest my head on his chest and hear it… one. two… one. two. But it’s not the same. He’s not my Joshua. What have I done?

I need out of here. I roll away, trying to contain my sob until I make it to the bathroom, but Jonah is on his feet in a flash, blocking the door.

“What is it, beautiful? Are you hurt? Talk to me.” He searches me with panicked eyes, but I shake my head furiously, knowing if I attempt to speak, I will crumble.

“Eliana.” His face softens seeing my heartbreak, and he steps close and pulls me into a hug, “Come here. It’s okay, beautiful. Let it out. Tell me.”

A sob slips from my lips, and Jonah lifts me as my knees buckle, “It hurts. It’s not fair, why him? I want him back.”

“I know… I’m so sorry, beautiful.” He says, walking us to the bed and wrapping a blanket around my shoulders.

“What have