Broken Free (The Broken Series)

by Boone, Azure

  “God, Daniel, yes.”

  “Rub your pussy for me,” he whispered, sliding the head of his shaft up and down her slit. He groaned when his cock encountered her obedient fingers then gasped when she swirled them over the aching head, bringing a bolt of heat into his balls.

  “God, fuck me,” she gasped.

  Daniel held her hips, softened by motherhood, and slid in her slowly until he was buried. Her stifled cry of pleasure throbbed through him like a tempo of desire. He looked down and placed his hand on her lower back and dipped his thumb inside her folds before sliding it back up and rubbing hungry firm circles on the tight entrance of her ass. She cried out and the perfect opening contracted, inviting him to penetrate slightly. His cock jerked viciously in answer to her body clamping on his dick and finger.

  “God, yes, yes, yes,” she gasped.

  “Mmmm.” Daniel slid his other hand around her front and covered her fingers with his, riding them as she wiggled them between those perfect lips. “That’s it,” he whispered, rolling his hips a little, “make your clit hot for me.” He slowly glided his hand up her arm and found her hard nipple. He barely grazed his fingers over the aroused tip several times.

  “Oh God, Daniel, fuck me.”

  Daniel growled at those words. That tone. Desperate. He loved her like that. Hungered for it.

  He straightened and held her hip with one hand, watching the way his thumb looked working her ass. She looked amazing with his cock sliding out of her.

  His stomach fluttered with his intentions to slam back in her, devastate his pretty wife. He remembered how sensitive she’d been lately and slid in fast but not so deep, still exacting that beautiful shocked cry of pleasure that he fucking had to have. The sound drove him mad.

  He began moving in and out of her, building his pace toward that point of no return, beginning with deliciously slow and long strokes. Her every sexy mewl and moan controlled the fire inside him. The harder and louder they came, the hotter he got and the faster he went.

  He was barely in control as he concentrated on making it perfect for her. The sharp moans all too soon reached that oh God, oh God, I’m there I’m there pitch. It was the perfect jump spot and Daniel closed his eyes and let go. He grabbed her hips and pumped faster and faster, letting his mammoth orgasm finally run him over. He threw his head back, and shredded growls tore from his throat as every muscle bowed to the white hot ecstasy. Sofia took over, Daniel’s favorite part. He stood there, helpless and at her mercy as she moved over him like a sweet lapping, sucking tide of lava, her desperation reduced to cries of immense satisfaction.

  Daniel remained in that other timeless world as long as he could, wishing it didn’t have to end. But already the muffled noise beyond the small room walls ebbed in.

  “Was I too loud?” she gasped, her hips still moving to that erotic tune and her voice saturated with its essence. Good enough to get him hard again.

  “Fuck no.” He pulled out of her and it felt like he was unplugging from the universe. At least his own personal one. He put himself back in order and dropped to his knees to do the same for her. He shook his head while working her panties up, staring at her womanhood. “I want you again already.” She gave a giggle that said she adored that. He smiled while fixing lavender lace panties perfectly over his possession. He leaned and kissed the delicate triangle then stood. She’d not attempted to dress herself at the top and waited with a teasing smile. He helped himself to several mouthfuls before hiding her breasts away. “Goodbye,” he said to one, then the other. “See you very soon.”

  “Mmm,” she said. “How soon?”

  He leaned in and kissed her, grinning. “As soon as I figure out what your Dara is doing.”

  She paused. “What do you mean?”

  The suspicion in her tone was aimed at him, not Dara. He expected as much. He nibbled her lips, undeterred. “I mean what is she doing with that guy?”

  Sofia pushed him a few inches back. “What do you mean? She’s trying to move on, to find somebody else now that Seth has made it clear he’s not interested.”

  Daniel drew back farther to see her expression fully. “Did you take a good look at what’s going on in there, baby?”

  She furrowed her brow. “What?”

  “I mean have you seen this guy, what he’s doing and what Dara is doing?”

  The perturbed lines on her forehead deepened. “Honey, speak plainly, what are you seeing?”

  He put his palm on the wall next to her. “I’m seeing Dara all over Seth and that guy all over Sarah.” He finalized his intuitive claim by popping his brows up.

  Sofia added incredulous gasping and fluttering eyelids to her perturbed look. “Sweetie, no.” She shook her head. “No, no, that’s ridiculous.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes,” she nodded incredulously, “really, really, ridiculous.”

  He nodded a little with her. “Wanna bet?”

  She gave him a puzzled look, like he was being weird.

  “What?” He raised both hands. “Your friend is up to something. Did she schedule that doctor’s appointment? No, I bet she didn’t.”

  “Yes! She did!”

  “Pfft, you heard her?”

  “Yes!”

  He nodded with raised brows. “How do you know she didn’t dial KFC?”

  Her offense dissolved into hysterical laughter and she put her face in Daniel’s chest. “Baby, you’re soooooo mean!”

  “I’m serious about her up to something out there. Just go look at what I’m saying,” Daniel hissed, holding her tight to him.

  She gasped and put her hands on his chest. “You’re hard again?”

  “Yes. And if I’m right about your friend you have to…” Her eyes sparkled with expectant mischief as Daniel thought of a suitable prize. “Let me fuck you in the ass.”

  Her gaze widened and Daniel’s heart raced as he watched her expression. At the first glimpse of her excited smile, his heart hammered. “You’re serious?” she whispered. “I thought you didn’t…”

  “I want to try. I’ve been…thinking about it.”

  She bit her lower lip, her brow furrowed.

  “If it hurts, I won’t. I promise. But…I’ll go really slow.”

  “It does hurt.” Guilt hit him until she grabbed his cock and smiled. “But I’m a big girl, I can handle a little pain.”

  He held her face and kissed her, sliding his tongue deep in her mouth to show the depth of his appreciation.

  “When is your dad coming?” she whispered.

  The foul word ruined the kiss and he pulled up.

  “What?” She smiled a little, brows drawn.

  “Please don’t ever call him that, and especially don’t mention him while we’re being intimate.”

  Concern filled her face and she nodded despite Daniel’s inability not to practically bark the words. “Okay, sorry baby.”

  He hugged her at hearing the understanding in her tone, and the compassion. “I love you.” He pressed his lips into her temple then forehead.

  She stroked her fingers along his cheek. “I love you too.”

  “To answer you, I have no idea. He’ll likely be late, hopefully he won’t show.” He kissed the palm of her hand.

  “Oh.” Sofia nodded, seeming at a loss for words.

  “Let’s go check on Rachel.”

  “Oh, she’s fine, she’s got plenty of help. But I do want to go find out if it’s true about Dara.”

  Daniel grabbed her ass and squeezed. “Yes. Hurry and lose our bet.”

  “Hey, what if I’m right, what do I get?”

  “What do you want?”

  A sexy look slowly filled her face. Pure naughty. “I think…I’ll have what you ordered.”

  His cock jerked hard, not expecting that.

  She smiled, seeing what that did to him and pecked his chin. “It’s a win-win for you, isn’t it?”

  “Just for me?” He didn’t like being selfish even if he knew he would.


  She shook her head. “No, I think I’m going to enjoy myself just fine.”

  God he hoped. He’d been fantasizing the hell out of that.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Seth watched Sarah while Dara’s pussy ass boyfriend sat too close to her and flirted. Sarah kept giving Seth worried glances. He’d meant to wink at her, convey she was okay, that he wasn’t upset with her. But then she’d laugh. Blush. Smile. It was all slowly undoing Seth in ways he didn’t really understand.

  He waited like a loaded gun for that fucker to cross the line, hoping and praying he would. One touch. That was the deal he’d made with himself. One touch and that was his ugly lispy ass. Seth sat like a predator on the hunt, watching his kill come closer and closer. Even his dog seemed to sense the rage in Seth, sitting next to the couch, ears perked and alert. Seth knew if he hit the dude, the dog would join in on the fun.

  Dara rattled on and on about bullshit and Seth wasn’t happy with her. He’d sensed it not long after she showed up with this dude, the emo looking James Dean was merely a tool of trouble. Seth took another gulp of wine, his eyes straying from that bastard to Sarah. She was breath taking at five months pregnant. They hadn’t had sex since that first time here. Hadn’t even kissed. He’d been trying to play cool for Dara’s sake and here she returns the favor with this sack of shit clearly meant to force Seth’s hand.

  “Sarah, why don’t you go get us some drinks, sweetie?” Dara said.

  Sarah obliged all nods and smiles like a fucking servant that only wanted to do enough to earn a smile of acceptance. It made Seth sick when he saw the desperate need to be loved in Sarah. To do whatever it took. And he was especially sick of watching Dara play it up.

  When Sarah was out of ear shot, Seth stood.

  “Where are you going, daddy?”

  He looked down at her. “To help the slave girl. Your highness.”

  Dara’s face flashed with guilt then something else. Seth didn’t wait to figure it out as he sought out Sarah. He found her in the kitchen and went to her. “I need to talk to you.”

  She jerked to him with two glasses in her hand, green eyes wide and beautiful. And innocent. Innocent in ways that a child might be. She didn’t know about the sick human condition. All she knew was she was free and wanted to make a good start in her new life. Make friends for the first time. “They can get their own fucking drinks,” he said, “you’re not their slave.”

  She set the glasses down, appearing scolded. The urge to kiss her was overwhelming. He took her hand and led her through the living room, past a gawking Dara, and into her room. He shut and locked the door then turned to her.

  Whatever lecture he planned to give her about being beautiful and too good for them was lost at seeing the scared look on her face. Images of that dude out there whispering near her ear, came, provoking a surge of insane jealousy. He walked toward her and she walked backward until she hit the far wall.

  Seth stopped just before her. He was a head taller than her, and he suddenly felt a strange hunger to devour her, all of her being, mark it with his lips, his fingers, his body.

  He lowered his face to hers, watching her reaction to him. Scared and yet…something else. Waiting. What was she waiting for? What did she want? He paused with his mouth just next to hers, and her lips parted. Small moans accompanied her rapid breaths.

  “Do you like him?” He fucking had to know.

  She shook her head rapidly.

  He reached up and stroked his finger along her strong jaw line. Then glided it over her neck, stopping at her fluttering pulse. “You’re scared?”

  She nodded rapidly.

  He pulled up. “Why are you scared of me?” His voice rasped with pain. His worst nightmare. Her being afraid of him.

  Tears filled her eyes and speared Seth’s heart. “Scared…that you will never kiss me again.”

  Hunger slammed Seth and he grabbed her face, kissing with that ferocious hunger inside him, gasping and groaning at finally tasting her again, feeling her. Scared he would never kiss her. Fuck yes. Yes.

  He trailed his fingers along her body, caressing the baby growing in her belly before reaching under her dress and finding the entrance to her panties. She clung to his neck, kissing and crying at the same time.

  When he gently slid his finger inside her wet silk, her crying turned to shocked pleasure, her whimpers to moans. Yes. That was so much better.

  “Seth,” she whispered.

  He suddenly needed to taste her in the worst way. He stroked her full lips beneath the silky hair. She was wet. “Do you want this?”

  “Yes, yes. I need you.”

  His cock throbbed in his jeans. “Do you want me?”

  She nodded again, agony across her brow. “Want you. Want you to…”

  He wanted to make slow love to her. With his lips and tongue. “Want me to what. Say it. I need to hear how you want me. I need to hear it in your sweet voice.” The words gushed.

  “Kiss…this.”

  Oh fuck, yes. That’s what he wanted to hear. He worked one finger between her lips and barely stroked her clit. “Kiss you here?”

  “Yes, yes,” she cried. “Want you to kiss this. Make me feel so good, feel so love.”

  “Oh God,” he whispered, dropping to his knees. He lowered her panties to her ankles and lifted one leg out of them then held her freed leg tight to the wall. How many times he’d wanted to kiss her there. It was forbidden to him to do. Others had done it to her but not him. He wasn’t allowed. He had hated that. Once they found out he liked her, they used that to hurt him. And her. Neither of them were allowed to put their mouth on each other. Everybody else did. And they had to watch. And if there was anything he’d ever wanted to do to her, it was that. Kiss her there. Tenderly. Softly. To show his love. To show his sorrow. To show his need to make it all better. Make her feel good.

  He placed soft kisses on it. “You don’t know how long I wanted to kiss you here.”

  She gasped, holding his head. “Want you to,” she cried, “think of you when they…”

  “Shhhhh,” he licked up her folds and she gasped. “You thought of me,” he whispered. “When they took what was mine.”

  “Yes,” she moaned, thrusting her hips toward him.

  He carefully worked his lips between hers and kissed tenderly, letting the surface of his tongue press against her swollen gem. He reached up and caressed her breast and moaned when she lowered her dress to accommodate him. His fingers moved to the slow motion of his tongue, his lips nestled and pressed into her most intimate secrets. All his now. She was so silky. He opened her folds with his hand and she raked her fingers in his hair. She began to move on his mouth with those sounds, those new sounds. Desire. Real desire. He increased his efforts, wanting more of it, flicking his tongue on the tip of her clit, loving the shudder it drew from her body. Loving the way her fingers dug into his scalp matching the erotic undulation of her hips.

  “Seth!”

  “Mmm.” Yes. He licked with a steady intensity at hearing her beautiful release coming, sliding his finger carefully into her and moving in and out, keeping it shallow and delicate.

  “Seth!”

  He gave another groan on her, assaulting her gem with a relentless hunger, fingering her faster. Her every breath was a desperate moan now, getting louder and sharper until it peaked and she broke. Seth knew it was likely her first real orgasm that way. One she could enjoy fully. With no regret and shame. And Seth never loved anything so much. To feel her break right on his mouth that way. To have her cry out his name.

  Not until she shuddered her very last did he kiss his way up her body, raising the hem of her dress as he went. When he stood before her fully, she lifted her arms and he removed the dress entirely. No bra. He lowered his head and devoured the erect pink tips, gently holding her breasts in his hands, feeling her with his tongue and lips, listening to the sweet Spanish sounds it produced. “My Sarah,” he whispered on her before putting his forehead to
hers, winded. “Tell me you’re mine.”

  “I am yours.” The whimper accompanied her hands fighting to open his jeans. He closed his eyes at what he knew she wanted. She wanted to kiss him now. The way he’d kissed her. Seth helped her get his pants off.

  “Need to kiss you,” she whispered, pushing him toward the bed.

  He sat, and she knelt between his legs, taking hold of him. Seth leaned back, his hands braced on the bed as she kissed along his length, small soft kisses. The sight of her doing that burned into his mind, burned right over the nightmares of his past. She kissed the very top and her tongue slid out and licked him. “Baby,” he gasped, rolling his hips. “Suck me, suck all of me.”

  She suddenly rose up and kissed him, held his face and really kissed him. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” A sexy, sweet, tenderness filled every emphatic word before she dropped back down and devoured his entire length with a hunger that devastated him. He was soon pumping his hips, hissing and gasping as she moaned so fucking sweetly on his cock.

  There were suddenly so many things he had to have. Like her riding him.

  He pulled her up with a gasp and kissed her as he laid back with her on the bed. “I want you to make love to me,” he said. “Sit on me.”

  She hurried to comply and soon Seth was holding her waist and watching her ride him. How long he’d wanted that. Her in control. Her willingly making love to him.

  “You’re so beautiful.” He slid his hands up and down her waist. “I love you.”

  Sarah gasped and fell forward, kissing him, moving over him until she was crying out in his mouth.

  When the fire in his groin grew unbearable, Seth threw his head back. “God, yes,” he growled. She continued to kiss him while he came, whispering, “I love you, I love you,” right in his mouth.

  Seth had never been so fulfilled by anything.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Daniel signaled Seth to the kitchen at seeing him emerge from the hallway leading to Sarah’s room. Oh. Sarah right behind him. Nice. Bout damn time.