Broken (Broken #1) by A. E. Murphy Read Free Book Online

giving me something to
clench around that is making this experience so much better than
the rest.
    I explode with a loud cry. I
barely register the fact he slides up my body and poises himself at
my entrance.
    As my orgasm continues he
slowly pushes inside. I wince with the pain mingling with the
pulsing pleasure.
    “ Ready
Gwenny?” he asks, his eyes on mine.
    I nod slightly. I’m ready.
    “ This is
going to hurt baby but I’ll make it better I promise,” he explains
and there’s a tearing sensation deep inside as he thrusts his hips
forward. It knocks the wind out of me and brings tears to my eyes.
I cry out and try to move away but he sinks in deeper and holds me
in place with his hips and his chest. “You feel so good Gwenny.” He
slides out, causing me even more pain and then pushes back
in.
    “ Stop,” I sob
and shove at his shoulders but he doesn’t budge. “It
hurts.”
    “ I know, I’m
sorry, I won’t move, I just had to get it in as far as possible,”
he kisses my tears away, one of his thumbs stroking my side
soothingly. “I’m sorry. Don’t cry.”
    The initial pain fades but
there’s still a deep and dull ache that won’t seem to shift.
    “ I’ll go
slowly but I’ll make it quick,” he promises and kisses my mouth
languidly. “Then we can go again in a couple of hours and I swear
it won’t feel like this.”
    I look into his amazing brown
eyes full of love and concern and nod slowly. I want to stop, I
also don’t. It hurts but it also feels good to be connected to
him.
    He moves slowly, in and out,
never going too deep for fear of hurting me. Watching his face as
my body pleasures him makes me tingle all over. It’s an amazing
sight. One I’ll cherish forever.
    “ You feel so
good,” he whispers and kisses my neck. “Honestly babe. I’ve never
felt anything so good.” His head comes up, his lips slightly
smiling. “I love you.”
    “ I love you
too.” I hold his shoulders as he picks up the pace. The dull ache
still there but not as intense. I know I’m not going to finish, he
knows it too and it’s why he gave me the orgasm before and will
probably give me another one after.
    His hips slide slowly back and
forth, his long, thick and hard member moving in and out. My
channel clenches him when he tries to leave and clenches tighter
when he’s in. My body doesn’t want him to move away from me.
    I was made for him.
    The looks of wonder as his
pleasure builds, the smiles when I moan, the scrunching of the eyes
and shudders when he feels particularly sensitive. All of these I
burn onto my brain. All of them I’ll never forget and all of them I
want to see again.
    When he orgasms, he thrusts in
deep; a little too deep but I don’t care. I wrap my legs around the
back of his thighs and hold him as tightly to me as possible. His
member thickens and grows inside of me, it heats and throbs. I feel
it all. I hear his moans and groans before finally releasing my
name with his pleasure on a choked cry.
    Collapsing on top of me I feel
him softening inside. It’s not uncomfortable but it is definitely
weird.
    “ Are you
okay?” I ask and trail my fingers up his back.
    “ Give me a
second, I need to find my way back from heaven,” he pants, his
chest heaving against mine as he tries to catch his
breath.
    I laugh and cringe as he slips
out with more fluid than should be possible, leaving me feeling
empty and hollow but blissfully happy.
    “ Ewww,” I
remark and feel his body begin to shake. “Don’t laugh at me, that’s
kind of gross.”
    He only laughs harder, “I’ll
clean you up. Stay there.”
    “ Kay,” I
respond and keep perfectly still, not liking the feel of the gooey
wetness between my thighs.
    When he finally cleans me up
the smile on his face is huge. He even holds up the damp cloth to
show me my red blood mixed with the other bodily fluids. “Stop
giving me that face. It’s beautiful.”
    “ I think we
have different opinions on beauty,” I state and roll