“Well if you remember correctly, I did tell you to step back in the kitchen,” I whisper.
“Mon chou, that’s not telling me a damn thing about you being a virgin or even backing off. That was you throwing your attitude,” he states with a lazy grin in place.
“I wasn’t throwing attitude at you,” I grumble, diverting my gaze from his.
“Nora, ma tendre, you were. Just like you have been since you got out of your brother’s truck. I gotta say as much as I love the no bullshit attitude, I’m really liking this softer side.” Lifting a hand to the side of my face, Breaker cups my cheek in order to have me meet his gaze again.
My heart begins beating wildly in my chest as we stare at each other. His words penetrate something I’m not used to anyone touching.
“You sore, beauté?” he asks, leaning down to press his forehead against mine.
“No,” I whisper, breathlessly.
Grinning, Breaker slowly starts to move his hips.
“Good.” The words fall out of his mouth right before he kisses me. I open mine in invitation, because let’s face it, I want his kiss.
Moaning into his mouth, I rake my fingers across his back as he thrusts inside me. Now that the initial pain is gone, having him inside me, his body over mine, the heat of his body surrounding me, is something I never want to forget.
A protest whimper leaves my lips when Breaker breaks our kiss to lean back. His fingers run along the outside of my thighs until he gets to the bend in my knees and grips them. Lifting my legs up he balances them on his shoulders as he grins at me. “I’m gonna spend the day making you mine, in every way possible.”
Oh, that sounded like a good idea.
“I like that idea,” I reply, giving him a shy smile, because as much as I love the idea, I still don’t know what the hell I’m doing.
“Glad to know it, ma tendre,” he groans, his hips slam into mine then the onslaught of thrusts begins and an orgasm like no other rips through my body. I cry out his name as my back arches and my hands grip the sheets as if they were the lifeline to keep me from floating away.
Breaker’s thrusts don’t relent either as he slams into me giving me everything he has.
“Orin,” I pant, another orgasm just out of reach.
“Come for me, mon amour,” Breaker rasps, one of his hands reaches between us, the moment his fingers strum across my clit I do just as he commands. This time when I fly over the edge, I scream his name as pleasure racks my body.
Several thrusts later, Breaker throws his head back as he comes roaring my name along with some other words. I have no clue what exactly he’s saying since I don’t speak French, but I love hearing them all the same. He’d done it the first time as well.
I might need to learn to speak French or at least some erotic things so I can whisper them in his ear.
Without pulling out of me, Breaker lowers my legs and falls to his side, rolls to his back bringing me to lay across his chest. All the while the two of us still connected.
“Fuck, mon amour, I think my cock could live in that tight as fuck pussy of yours,” Breaker grumbles.
Giggling, I lift my head up off his chest to look down at him. “I don’t think my pussy would have a problem with it. However, I don’t think we’d be able to do much else like go in the kitchen for coffee or eat or better yet shower.”
“Ma tendre, you underestimate me. With you, my cock stays hard. I could easily carry you wherever and never leave the sheath of your pussy.” Oh my, the grin that crosses his face. I could easily fall for it every single day. “But because we’ve got plans for this afternoon and those plans don’t involve my brothers seeing what’s mine, I’ll allow this. Maybe tomorrow we’ll stay like this and I’ll carry you everywhere with my cock inside you,” he announces.
My eyes widen at this. I hadn’t even seen his cock since it’s been inside me this whole time but there’s no way that would be possible. “How is that even possible?” I ask before I can stop myself.
Chuckling, Breaker shakes his head, places his hands on my hips, and sits up on the bed. “It’s possible beauté because with you, like I said, I stay hard. Plus, I’m not a small fucker. In any form.”
“Oh,” I murmur, slowly drawing out the O.
“Yeah, mon amour. Now we gotta get moving. Like I said, we got plans, there’s a cookout at the clubhouse this afternoon and you’re coming with me. But first we have something we’re gonna do.” He says as he moves across the bed. Again, still seated inside me. I have to bite back the moan with each movement.
“What plans are those?” I ask, breathlessly.
“Gonna make you mine, Nora,” he states, nonchalantly.
“Um, you want to explain that?” His statement confusing me.
“Means, ma tendre, I’m making you my wife and ol’ lady all in one day.” Breaker’s gaze meets mine as his hands cup my ass as he stands to his full height. And yep, his cock is still inside me. With this movement I grind myself on him as I wrap my legs around his waist.
Breaker’s words sink in, shocking the hell out of me, leaving me completely speechless. Words are unable to come out as I open my mouth to speak.
By the time he steps into the bathroom, I finally find my voice again. “You don’t know me. Why would you want to do something so asinine as marry me? I mean I
