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

sentiment that she would spread her legs and carry his seed. Opening his eyes to look down upon her angelic face again, he craved to mark her, to own her. Between them, his long, thick length pressed itself with insistent determination into the soft swell of her lower belly. Get on all fours—now, he fought back the demand that burned to gain voice. Take it easy, he warned himself .  
    Emily’s eyes fluttered and Jackson’s control slipped in the form of a growl that rumbled up from the depths of his powerful chest. She swallowed in response, nervously, visibly, filling Jackson’s mind with images of having her swallowing as his long, swollen cock slid into her round, stretched mouth, her full lips snug, her big eyes looking up at him as she knelt, her hands tied behind her back as she put aside all of her defenses, placing herself fully, completely, irrevocably in his care.  
    “God, woman,” he managed to get out. “Use that sexy voice of yours before I decide to give you other things to do with that fucking mouth.” When Emily’s pouty, plump lips parted, her eyes going large and round at his frank words, it was all Jackson could do to restrain himself. Her feigned innocence was destroying him, stripping away the man that society told him to be and leaving behind a ravaging beast. “What do you want from me?” he growled through gritted teeth.  
    “To…to be my first,” Emily managed to sputter on a rushed breath, her cheeks brightening.
    Jackson’s hands and arms came off of her as he took a quick step away. Bullshit! Disbelief raged inside of him as his eyes searched for the lie that had to be there—in her face, her eyes, her mouth…her luscious, beautiful, made-for-sucking mouth.  
    “You saved my life,” Emily continued, worry scrunching her otherwise smooth forehead. “If it has to be somebody—“
    “Your first ?” Jackson interrupted. His cock throbbed painfully as he remembered the tightness of her pussy’s sheath on his probing fingers. No condom needed . The little voice in his head reached his feet a split second before his brain. He stepped forward, reaching his hands out for her, before jerking himself back again. “Get the fuck out of my shower,” he growled, yanking the shower curtain open in emphasis. He was unsure of what kind of game she was playing but knew he wanted none of it. Worse, he didn’t want her falling into virgin-to-slut infatuation with him. Nothing more psychotic than a freshly picked virgin. And yet, her heavy hanging breasts waited for him, waited for his mouth and his hands, as his cock throbbed its painful mutiny.  
    “Don’t make me go,” Emily whispered, looking up at him beneath wet eyelashes, her large, round, pleading eyes now a warm green speckled with gold. Somewhere in their depths, Jackson lost his soul.
    “You’re the devil, aren’t you.” It was a declaration, not a question. Jackson was already convinced. He knew his size would hurt her yet all he wanted to do was bury himself to the hilt inside her hot tightness until she screamed his name seconds before he filled her with his seed. His entire being cried out with a primal need to bathe her womb in his DNA. “Turn around. Get on your knees.” The words hung in the air, hoarse and brutal, a full second before Jackson recognized the voice as his own.  
    You’ve let the evil in , an inner voice taunted him as he watched Emily move passed him to the far side of the tub. With her back to him, she glanced over her shoulder before kneeling down, resting her arms on the tub’s rim, her lower back sloped and her round, unmarked, pale, full and beautiful bottom angled up in flagrant invitation. Her knees parted, making the swell of her sex more visible as she angled her shoulders down.  
    “Damn you…,” Jackson swore under his breath as he sank to his knees behind her, unsure to whom he spoke. His cock’s head had swollen from its denied need, making its bulbous roundness larger than