Unbreak Me (Gradually Yours Book 1)

by Grey Huffington

I’d chosen the white-collar brother, opted for a life of stability rather than spontaneity, domesticated myself, used my mother’s finest recipes, cleaned like a maid, fucked like a porn star, kept my body in tip-top shape, obtained the dream and a slew of other things that supposedly shielded me from the pain that bombarded me. All to no avail. Because here I was, staring back at myself and wondering where the hell I go from here.

That’s how little he knew about me and my ability to pretend one didn’t exist in my world after they’d crossed the imaginary line and punctured my most vital organ.

I don’t want noble. I want naughty. Don’t turn on your charm and try to be a gentleman tonight. Talk my drunk ass clean out of these panties. Be a gentleman for the next woman who stumbles into your shop with a broken heart and a flat tire. Take this one here down. All the way down.

I feel you Solar

set herself up to believe what a nigga wouldn’t do, because they are human. And, humans, well, we’re not to be trusted.”

It was true that men would be the extinction of women. They allowed us into their lives, into their homes and into their hearts.

was almost as addictive as the thing they carried in their chest.

“I may be methodical, but I’m a man. A grown ass man. If you’re throwing your pussy my way, you’d better believe I’m going to catch it. Flip it. And treat that motherfucker better than it’s ever been treated before. But…”

Flip and reverse it

“And… neither of them have a dick that I’m hoping to ride by the end of the night, no matter that the relief it will provide me with is only temporary,” she concluded.

“You’re right. I don’t. Hotel Amor, 1227.” She stood from the stool and headed for the door. I admired her from behind before yelling out to her. “Yo, you haven’t paid your tab. Here or for the tire.” “Handle it for me and I’ll give you the money when I see you tonight at nine!” She hollered over her shoulder before the sunlight rushed into the establishment.

Boss Sh!t

“Say it.” Again, he requested. This time, there was a bit more bass in his voice and a lot more sex dripping from his tone.

“I must confess that I can’t un-break what has been broken but I can be the temporary glue to mend your shit together for the night and keep you from falling completely apart,”

He reeked of authority. He made you want to comply and obey any and everything he said.

“Uhhhhh.” I tried lifting up to relieve the pressure as he continued through his third and fourth strokes. “Uhn-uhn. Put your hands back on that bed and take this dick,” he fussed, pushing me forward until my hands were on the bed again.

I could fuck you all night. Every night. I could fuck you until you can’t feel your knees. I could fuck you until you can’t breathe.

But, I was wondering… What’s all of that fucking going to do for me? Or you in the long run because after a minute it’s no longer just fun. Wires get crossed, feelings get involved and one of us will be auditioning to be the only one. So, I figured why wait and decided to give it to you straight. I’m in love with the way your pussy tastes. And that heart of yours, I don’t want to go to waste. I’m proposing… that we start with a date. Not now, but not before it’s too late.

On this note is your turn with fate. Call me when you’ve cleared that hurt off your plate. 999-555-2400 -Nah P.S....