Our Broken Pieces - M.E. Clayton Page 0,51

consumed those soft, pink lips of hers. It didn’t matter that she’d just swallowed my cum. Mystic and I never had boundaries when we were young, we sure as fuck weren’t going to have them now.

I broke off the kiss and she looked beautiful with her face flushed and her lips bloody and swollen. “I’m going to leave you a broken bloody mess, Mystic,” I promised, and with that, I untangled my hands from her hair and ripped her flimsy tank top off her body. Mystic hadn’t been wearing a bra, and so her tits bounced free as the tank top fell into shreds around her.

My arm wrapped around her waist and I bent, so that I could take her tit in my mouth. My free hand reached up and I filled it with as much as her tit as I could. When my mouth wrapped around the hardened nub, I bit down so hard, Mystic let out a blood-curling scream.

I had her up against the door again, one arm wrapped around her body and my other hand clamped down over her mouth. Neither of us could afford someone calling the cops. “Did that hurt?” I knew it did, but I also knew she was dripping because of it. I looked down and her nipple was bleeding a bit, but nothing too bad. Nothing compared to what she had endured when we were together.

I leaned my head down and lapped at her tender nipple with my tongue. Mystic whimpered at the contact and I took my hand off her mouth. I didn’t want her screaming the house down, but I loved hearing her moans and pleas for mercy.

“Gage…” she moaned helplessly.

I wanted nothing more than to ram my dick up into her body, but my mouth was watering with the need to taste her pussy. Mystic had always been the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted, and I bet she still was.

“Where’s your bedroom, baby?” She pointed towards the shallow hallway, the door on the left. “Go in there and, so help me God, you better be naked on the bed with your legs spread wide for me, Mystic.” I told her. “I want to walk in there and see your pussy dripping for me.”

I watched her walk towards her bedroom, and I followed. Every piece of clothing she discarded on the walk to the bedroom was joined with one of mine. Granted, the only things left on her were her pajama pants and panties, but my goal was for us to both completely naked by the time I joined her in bed.

Mystic crawled onto the bed, giving me an unobstructed view of her ass, and I watched as she complied with my demands. She laid down over her unmade bed and let her knees drop to the side, displaying the only pussy in the world that has ever made me lose my goddamn mind. And it looked just like I remembered; just like I had fantasized. It was pink, tight, and wet as fuck.

Once I was done shedding every piece of clothing I had on, I crawled onto the bed after her. I didn’t make it past her pussy before I was already trapping her thighs to the bed and my tongue was running through the wet, sticky folds of her precious cunt.

Her body bowed. “Gage…” she moaned, and I knew I would be doing this every morning or night for the rest of our lives. She was right. I had let her go without much of a fight before because I hadn’t been able to see past her supposed betrayal, but now…now, knowing what it was like to live without her, there was no way I was letting Mystic walk away from me a second time.

No fucking way.

Her hands tangled in my hair and it was as if the last ten years disappeared. “Gage…I need more,” she begged. She was always begging, and I was always complying.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I released her thighs and parted her pretty pussy lips with my fingers, so I could see everything. I licked and nibbled at that little nub, but I knew it still wouldn’t be enough.

Mystic didn’t need soft and sweet.

“Gage, please…”

I stuck three fingers into her pussy and watched as her juices coated my fingers and dripped down my arm. It’s been too fucking long, and Mystic’s body was telling me exactly that. When I was satisfied that my fingers were lubricated enough, I placed my mouth