Whispers of a Broken Halo by Abbi Glines

“Yeah, really,” I replied.

She straightened her dress and curled her feet back behind her. “You could have fooled me.”

“I thought you’d bashed my Jeep,” I reminded her.

She shrugged, and the strap of her sundress fell back off her shoulder. “That’s my point.”

“We had history, Bryn. Changes things.”

She began to bite her bottom lip again as she thought about it. Talking about this wasn’t cooling me off any. Possibly making it worse.

“Keep biting your lip, and there will be more of what just happened. I’ve done nothing but think about you for two damn weeks. I’m wound up.”

I thought the warning would cause her to laugh or change the subject. Maybe get up and offer me a drink.

I hadn’t expected her to lift her shoulders in a shrug, lean toward me, and whisper, “That’s not something I’m against.”

My body tensed in response. Why had I expected her to be shy and innocent? Fine, if she wanted more, then I wasn’t going to waste my chance.

I pushed her back on the sofa, and her eyes went wide with surprise. When I reached up to pull off her panties, she began breathing fast from excitement. If she was going to come to me this easily, who was I to deny us? Clearly, she was experienced.

Glancing at the hallway, I looked down at her. “How thick are your walls?” I asked.

“He has a s-s-sound m-machine. It dr-drowns out m-most everything,” she said.

“You’re stuttering again. Am I making it hard for you to concentrate?” I asked with a pleased grin.

She nodded and bit her lip.

I took her legs and put them over my shoulders.

“Wh-wh-what are y-y-you d-doing?” she asked, almost in a panic.

I hadn’t expected that reaction. But if she was wanting to make me hotter, there was no need. I was there.

“I’m going to eat you. I want a taste,” I told her. Then, before she could say anything else, I ran my tongue over the sweet, wet pink pussy opened to me.

“Ohhh,” she moaned, and her body jerked.

I licked again, then ran my tongue over her sensitive clit.

“R-R-Rio, oh, p-p-please,” she begged.

I looked up at her as she grabbed her breasts and began to pinch her nipples. I reached down and undid my zipper before my cock exploded behind the pressure.

Once I had it free, I went back to my feast. Running my tongue along the path that I knew felt the best, then slipping it inside before flicking her clit with it. When I sucked the clit hard, she cried out again, and her hand went to my head, as if to hold me there.

I had been right. She liked the pain with her pleasure. I bit it gently.

“Y-y-yes, yes, o-o-oh G-God, yes,” she chanted.

I stuck my finger inside her to wet it, and then as I bit down on her clit, I slid my finger inside her tight hole in the back. She covered her mouth as she screamed and bucked beneath me.

I was throbbing so painfully that I didn’t know how much more I could take. Reaching down, I took my own cock in my hand and began to stroke it with the wetness from her pussy. I continued to look at her as I licked and bit her in the way she seemed to like best. This was better than all my shower fantasies.

“You like having your pussy licked, don’t you?” I asked her, and she looked down at me, her eyes lost in the pleasure.

“Yes,” she moaned. “I n-n-never knew,” she said and arched her back again as I circled her clit with my tongue.

“What didn’t you know, baby?” I asked her, then licked at her clit again.

She shuddered and made another noise, then said, “How g-g-good th-th-this would b-be.”

“I knew we would be good together,” I said against her hot flesh.

She moaned again. “Th-this isn’t s-s-something I th-th-thought I’d enjoy.”

I paused and looked at her. “You’ve never had your pussy eaten?” I asked.

She shook her head. “No.”

“What the hell was wrong with your other lovers?” I asked, going back to loving her.

“Th-th-there were n-no others,” she said, and I froze.

She was watching me.

“What?” I asked her because I had to have misunderstood something.

“Pl-please,” she begged and squirmed under me.

I began to give her what she wanted as she moaned my name. She was so willing and free with me. How could this be her first time?

“I’m a vir-vir-virgin,” she said finally between her sounds of pleasure.

I lifted my head and looked at her. She was lost in the moment. Her mouth slightly open as she panted. Her eyelids heavy with desire. She was the image of every erotic dream a man could have, and no one else had been here. Just me. The possessive monster inside of me lost some control. The urge to beat on my chest and roar was under the surface.

I lowered my head again and pressed a kiss to her swollen clit, causing her to whimper, before I bit down on it just hard enough to send her spiraling into another climax as I pumped my dick and shot my own release onto my legs.

Once I was done, I pulled my pants back up and stood to pull her into my arms. She came willingly, although she was limp from her powerful orgasm.

I held her against me, feeling things I’d never felt before. Things that should scare the shit out of me. Things that were not me. But with the knowledge that I was the only lover to touch her, something inside of me unleashed, and I knew I’d kill anyone who tried to hurt her or touch her.