Survive for Me (Broken Bounty #2)

by Ember Nicole

“Didn’t like that my fingers do just fine on their own?” She asked and kissed the tip of my nose. “Just fine,” I repeated and laughed. I forced my hand down between our bodies to get the head of my dick inside her, and she tried to suck in all the air in the room. “Do your fingers feel anything like this?” I asked and couldn’t help the groan that came out of me when I forced my dick the rest of the way into her. Her hands had abandoned my neck and shifted down between us where she could sink her nails into my chest. “No,” she finally breathed out when I slid back out and rammed in another time. “Please.” “Please what, Triss?” I asked without even so much as hesitating in the thrusts. I almost laughed thinking about what she might say given my constant demands for her only words to be my name or please. “Fuck me, Jersey. I don’t want to feel anything else. Fuck me until there’s nothing left but you.” Son of an absolute bitch, if she hadn’t frozen me right in place again. This weird fucking reminder that I was the thing that brought her to life just as much as she did for me, even if we were weird as shit when it came to trying to talk about anything other than sex. She was right. This was what we did best. This was where we connected. What happened between us definitely wasn’t what any sane person would consider lovemaking, but I was able to fuck her into realizing she felt something for me, even if she wasn’t able to come out and call it love yet. She was able to fuck me i...