Broken Fighter: BBW, New Adult Romance by Tia Pararol Read Free Book Online

 
    Gasping, Emily cried out as Jackson’s finger found her yielding center and sunk inside her with one swift, hard thrust to claim her unprotected depths. Her hips wiggled and she tried to straighten her legs to lift her speared pussy off his probing finger but his hold on her refused to allow her to escape his exploration of her hot, velvet core. She whimpered when one finger became two and fought to climb the slick walls when two fingers became the searing pain of three. And still, Jackson’s mouth sucked her nub, moving with her as she twisted and squirmed from a pleasure driven agony that threatened to eclipse her consciousness. An all consuming pleasure that was darker than anything she had ever known rose up to spread throughout her body, her throbbing pussy at its beating heart. As her nails clawed the walls, reaching and searching for something she didn’t yet understand, a distant voice inside her head beaconed for her to let go…to just let go. She needed to lose herself, to forget her own name, to forget all the problems that nipped at her heals like rabid dogs.  
    Jackson’s mouth was unrelenting, unforgiving, as he demanded Emily’s pleasure. His strong lips and acrobatic tongue made her clit throb as her insides ached with a need for something more, something thicker and heavier than what his fingers could provide. And yet, inside her hot depths his fingers stroked a spot that swelled, making her feel as if she had to pee. She wanted to tell him to stop, that she couldn’t take any more, but the words became trapped in her throat, her body unwilling to end her tormented ecstasy. Only incoherent sounds escaped her, her every muscle tight, her body trembling, as Jackson’s fingers stroked and his mouth ravaged. Inside her belly, deep and heavy, the intensifying pressure that wound itself into a tight ball of blissful agony—suddenly broke.  
      Throwing her head back hard against the tiled wall, Emily’s pleasure-blinded eyes danced with stars as her pussy’s walls milked Jackson’s large, thick fingers, her clit swollen and throbbing with an overwhelming sensitivity. Her hands pushed at Jackson’s head with a furious desperation to separate his mouth from her clit, his touch suddenly too sensitive for her overwrought body to tolerate.
    Releasing her, Jackson stood, taking his time, letting his eyes drink in her curves and her softness as he unfolded himself to his full height. He towered over her, his muscles lean and thick, his body bruised and battle worn. With large, rough hands, he traced her, following her shape, the smooth slope of her outer thighs, the ample roundness of hips that screamed of fertile rites, into the supple valley of her waist before climbing higher toward her heavily hanging breasts. But he wouldn’t allow himself that pleasure yet. Instead, he slid his hands behind her, following the glorious line of her back until, as he reached her shoulder blades, he pulled her into him, warm and safe, cradling her head beneath his chin. There, under the hot water’s spray, he held her as her body continued to tremble from pleasure’s shockwaves, her fingers telecasting the need for more as her nails dug into the taught flesh of his back.
    Pivoting them both, Jackson moved Emily between himself and the shower’s spray and then adjusted the shower’s head downward so that the pelting water matched her height. Lifting her face to his with a finger beneath her chin, he bent and kissed her soft lips before brushing at her cheeks with large thumbs to wash away what little remained of the grime forced on her by her would-be killer. “What are you doing getting in this shower with me, little one?” he asked, his voice thick and heavy. “Did you think there was an outcome that had me doing less than tasting you?” He didn’t wait for her answer. Instead, he closed his eyes, remembering, “You are so fucking delicious.” It was everything he could do not to declare in caveman style