Let Me Love You: Beautifully Broken Book 1

by Samantha Wolfe

"How do you feel about cold pizza?" he growled and grabbed my hips, pulling me up against him so that I could feel his growing erection against my belly.

  "It sounds delicious," I whispered as he leaned down toward me, his lips stopping mere millimeters from mine. Then he kissed me like a starving man, his mouth sucking and licking and biting at mine. I clawed at his chest and whimpered in desire, his kiss sending throbbing electric shocks spiraling down to my pussy. He suddenly broke the kiss, picked me up by my hips and threw me over his shoulder like it was nothing. I was left dangling upside down behind his back as he carried me out of the kitchen.

  "What about dinner?" I asked with a laugh as we crossed the living room.

  "Dinner can fucking wait," he growled as he mounted the staircase. I continued laughing as he carried me into his room and put me down to stand in the middle of his room. My laughter died when I saw his face, his eyes feral and filled with lust.

  "Take off your clothes for me," he told me as he sat on the edge of his bed, the command in his voice unmistakable and unbelievably hot. He leaned forward slowly, placed his elbows on his knees, and rested his chin on his clenched hands. He watched me silently, his eyes pinning me where I stood a few feet away. I couldn't do anything else but comply.

  I grabbed the lower edge of my lace cami and pulled it slowly up my body, over my bra, and up off my head. I let it fall to the floor as I reached down to the fly of my jeans, pausing to watch Jensen's nostrils flare with lust. His eyes locked onto my hands as I unfastened the snap and lowered the zipper, revealing the black lace of my panties. I eased my jeans down slowly, reveling in his reaction to me. His eyes were dark and fiery with his need, and I could hear his breathing getting heavier. By the time I had gotten the jeans off and dropped them to the floor, Jensen was licking his lips and clenching his hands together tighter.

  I turned my back to him, reached around to unhook my bra, and let it slide down my arms to the floor. I turned my head to watch his reaction to my thong panties; his hands were now hanging limp between his knees, his eyes staring at my ass. I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my panties then pushed them over my ass and down to my ankles. I stepped carefully out of them and turned facing Jensen. His eyes traveled deliberately up my naked body, from my feet slowly up to my eyes. His green eyes were crazed and bright with desire, but he didn't move. I ached for him to touch me, and I let that need flood my eyes as I pleaded silently for him to come to me.

  "Kneel on the floor," he commanded instead with a low growl. I considered defying him for a moment, but changed my mind as he narrowed his eyes at me and growled again. I knelt down on the floor for him and sat back on my heels. He finally rose from the bed and walked around behind me. The sudden touch of his hands on my shoulders made me jump. I shuddered as I felt his breath against my neck as he leaned in next to my left ear.

  "I want to tie your arms behind your back and fuck your pretty mouth," he whispered seductively into my ear. "Do you want me to do that?" I nodded with a soft whimper, his words making my pussy throb almost painfully. I felt him kneel down behind me, his knees straddling my lower legs. He pressed his bare chest against my back, and I could feel his rigid cock between us as he gripped my hips and thrust his pelvis against me.

  "If you want me to stop at any time, I will. Okay?" he said gently into my ear. Even in this he took care of me. I nodded slowly to him. A sudden flood of emotion filled me as I realized I was falling for this man; falling hard. The giddy fear that thought caused was quickly replaced by another kind of delightful fear as Jensen raised his hand in front of me, holding the sash to my robe in it. "I'm going to tie you arms together behind your back with this." One of his hands caressed my cheek and my neck, then gripped my jaw firmly. "You won't be able to do anything but take it when I fuck your mouth," he growled.

  I whined with need, his words the hottest, sexiest damn things I had ever heard. My breathing sped up, my chest heaving as I lost myself to my desire. He released his grip on me, and I felt bereft when he moved his chest away from my back. He gently pulled my arms behind my back and crossed my forearms across each other. I felt him wrapping the soft satin of the sash around my lower arms. In a few moments, they were secured behind my back.

  "Is that too tight?" he asked. I shook my head. "Are you still okay with this? If it's too much, I'll take it off," he continued in a gentle tone.

  "I'm alright," I assured him. "I feel safe with you."

  He stood and came back around to face me, the gentleness of a moment ago gone. He grabbed the hair at the back of my head in a firm grip. He leaned down and kissed me with an almost bruising force, and I felt my body go limp as I gave myself over to him completely. He released my hair and stood. I watched with breathless anticipation as he pulled the knot in the drawstring of his pants loose and lowered the waistband. His beautiful erect cock sprang free, and I stared at it with a moan of need. His low chuckle at my reaction caused a deep throbbing between my thighs.

  "Is this what you want, baby?" He gripped the base of his cock in his fist as he stepped closer, its tip mere inches from my parted lips. A long whine escaped my mouth. "Tell me," he commanded.

  "Yes, please," I whispered, my eyes still locked on his penis.

  "Good girl," he crooned, those words practically getting me off without him even touching me.

  I moaned in relief as he pressed the tip of his cock to my lips, and I opened my mouth as he pushed himself into me. He groaned as I took as much of him into my mouth as I could, fighting the gag reflex as he hit the back of my throat. He grabbed my hair and held me still for a moment as a violent shudder racked his body. My pussy felt almost painfully swollen, and I felt wetter than I had ever felt in my entire life.

  Finally, when he had control of himself, he pulled back enough to let me use my tongue and teeth to caress the length of him as he moved my head up and down his shaft. The skin of his cock was blazingly hot against my tongue, the skin silky soft over the steel underneath. I hummed my pleasure against him, and he growled in reaction, his grip in my hair tightening as he began thrusting harder in and out my mouth, fucking me just like he had promised. I loved it. I had never been so turned on before. The gentle restraining pressure of the sash around my arms heightened every sensation.

  Suddenly, Jensen pulled me off his cock with a loud popping sound, and I whined with disappointment that was short-lived as he lifted me up from the floor to drop me face down on his bed. He climbed onto the bed behind me and pulled my hips up to shove both bed pillows under them to lift my ass into the air. He reached between my legs and ran his fingers through my lips, his touch almost sending me over the edge.

  "Holy fuck, you're so wet," he rumbled deep in his chest.

  "Please..." I whimpered with need.

  "Please, what?" he asked harshly. I panted with need at his tone.

  "Please, please fuck me!" I wailed desperately. I felt him move between my spread legs and touch the tip of his cock against my soaking wet pussy. I pushed back into him trying to get him inside me, but he held me still with one powerful hand at the bottom of my spine.

  "So eager," he murmured under his breath. "So hot and wet for me. Such a good girl."

  "Please!" I wailed again, ending my demand with a long whine of frustration.

  "I love it when you beg for it," he said in amazement, still not pushing inside me. "Fucking love it."

  "Please, please, please fuck me, Jensen!" I practically screamed it this time.

  He suddenly plunged himself into me, and I climaxed immediately as I unconsciously fought against the sash holding my forearms together. I came long and hard, shuddering and bucking against him as he pounded into me, an almost hysterical sounding laugh erupting from Jensen's lips.

  "Yes," he growled. "Come, baby, come."

  The orgasm went on and on, and I lost every concept of time and place. All that mattered was our pleasure, centered at the point where our bodies met and became one. When the first climax finally ended, I could feel on
e of Jensen's hands at the back of my neck pressing me down into the bed. He let out an animalistic grunt with every hard thrust, and another orgasm started building inside me again. It was almost a out-of-body experience when it hit me, and my mind splintered into a million pieces, blown apart by pure pleasure. If I died right now I wouldn't even care. It felt just that good. I realized I was screaming incoherently as Jensen slowed down to catch his breath.

  "I love the sounds you make," he panted out between harsh breaths. "So damn beautiful."

  He began rolling his hips in a different direction, the head of his cock bumping a sweet spot inside me that began another ascent into bliss. The climax slammed into me, and I could feel tears gathering in the corners of my eyes, the intense pleasure almost too much to bear. A sound somewhere between a scream and a sob tore from deep in my chest. Jensen's thrusts became harder and faster as he chased his own release. I was desperate for him to come inside me, to feel him lose control and explode inside me. I clenched my inner muscles and gripped his cock hard, eliciting a deep guttural groan from him.

  "Fuck, that feels good! Do it again," he demanded as he removed his hand from the back of my neck. He grabbed both my hips in an almost bruising grip, slamming his hips forcefully into me faster and faster. I did it once more, this time causing a stutter in his rhythm as he began shuddering against me, his orgasm hitting him suddenly. The deep growling moan he made as his cock pulsed inside me sent me flying up into another climax, and I moaned and whimpered along with him; our bodies wracked with an almost painful pleasure.

  Jensen collapsed onto my back with a deep sigh. I could feel the sweat from his chest on my back, feel his breath on my neck. I gave him an answering sigh of my own, unable to find my voice just yet. He lifted himself off of me, and I felt his fingers gently working the sash loose from my forearms. When he finally freed my arms, he started rubbing them with gentle pressure.

  "Are your arms okay?" he asked, his voice sweet with concern. All I could do was nod, still speechless. He pulled the pillows out from under my hips and rolled us both onto our sides, pulling me into his arms. His lips began peppering my shoulder with kisses, and then he nuzzled his nose into my neck, whispering sweet words to me. We lay like that for a long while. I drifted into sleep, safe in Jensen's strong arms, deeply satisfied and feeling more connected to this man than any other I had ever known before.

  "Sydney, baby." Jensen's deep sexy voice woke me. "If you keep falling asleep after we have sex, I'm going to start thinking you only want me for my body."

  I snorted at his words. The man was adorable in bed and out. I snuggled into his embrace with a wiggle of my hips and a soft sigh. "You know that's not true," I mumbled sleepily. He hugged me tighter in response to my words.

  "Good answer," he growled against my neck. The vibration on my skin and his implication that this was more than just physical, sending a sweet shiver down my spine. He placed a single kiss to the back of my neck, nipping gently with his teeth before pulling his mouth away from my skin. I moaned at the primal feel of his teeth on my neck. "Are you hungry, baby?" he asked and my stomach growled at his words. "I'll take that as a yes," he laughed.

  He let go of me and rolled off the bed. I watched his gorgeous ass move across the room and disappear into his bathroom. I could hear the sound of running water and smiled to myself. He was so good to me, the novelty of being cleaned after sex still made me feel special and dare I say, loved. God, I had it bad for this man. He returned with a washcloth in hand and a huge smile on his face.

  "On your back," he told me, and I rolled onto my back, spreading my thighs for him. His eyes were riveted between my legs as he cleaned me, the warm soft cloth felt so good on my sore, swollen sex. "You have the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen," he said as he finished, his eyes lighting up like fire as he looked at me. He leaned toward me and ran his fingers across my cheek, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips. He stood and walked over to a nearby dresser, pulled open a drawer, and grabbed a folded black T-shirt. He tossed it onto the bed next to me then picked my discarded panties up off the floor and laid them next to the shirt. He grabbed his lounge pants and pulled them on.

  "I'm going to go down and cut the pizza, then maybe we can watch the end of Fight Club if it's still on," he said with a boyish grin that made me giggle as he tied the drawstring.

  "Okay," I said. He was acting so adorable right now, that it made me bite my lip. He practically bounced out of the room and disappeared down the stairs. I smiled and shook my head after he had left the room. Apparently, kinky sex suited him. I sat up and pulled the soft cotton T-shirt over my head. I stood, grabbed my panties and went into the bathroom to take care of business. I pulled my panties back on after finishing up in the bathroom and paused in the bedroom doorway as I heard music start playing downstairs.

  A blues lick floated up the stairs in a slow sensual groove. The male singer came in talking about a woman shaking him all night long, and then I heard a deep sexy baritone voice start singing along. With a jolt, I realized Jensen was singing, his voice strong, soulful, and deeply sexual; perfect for the blues. He continued singing, drawing the last word of each phrase out in a low soulful run. Oh my God, it was beautiful. Each note was perfect and sexy as hell. I wandered down the steps in a trance, mesmerized by the sound of his voice as he kept singing.

  I walked across the living room, noting the music coming from the surround sound speakers and following the sound of Jensen's voice as he drew out the last syllable of a phrase into a long run. I walked into the kitchen to see that he was plating the pizza and shaking his head, his hips moving unconsciously along with the beat. He stopped abruptly when he noticed me standing in the doorway watching him, and to my absolute amazement, a blush started creeping across his cheeks.

  "Hey," he said sheepishly.

  "Hey," I said smiling at him. I walked up to him and put my arms around his neck. "Don't stop on my account." A slow sensual grin slid across his mouth, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. He started moving his hips again, and I couldn't help but dance along with him. "What is this?" I asked as I looked up into his eyes.

  "You Shook Me by Muddy Waters," he answered as we danced, his hands moving down to my ass and squeezing tightly.

  "I like it," I said. "Did I?"

  "Did you what?" he asked with a smirk.

  "Did I shake you all night long?"

  "The night's not over yet, baby," he said in a low sexual tone. "I'll let you know in the morning."

  "I've never heard of Muddy Waters before."

  "That's probably because he died before we were even born," he replied with a laugh. "You know; many people consider him the father of modern Chicago blues," he continued in a serious tone.

  "I'm going to pretend I know what you're talking about," I said with a smile. "And by the way, you're starting to sound old again."

  "Watch it, lady." He narrowed his eyes and growled threateningly at me. I ignored his empty threat, and he started singing again. I giggled at him as he hammed it up for me, his head thrown back, a look of feigned despair on his face. He sang another phrase that ended in him singing that he was madly in love with me. My heart skipped a beat. He had looked right into my eyes as he sang those words, yet he kept singing as if nothing had happened. The song faded out to silence, and I wondered if he even realized what he had just done. Before I could say anything, he leaned in and kissed me, a long slow kiss that burned with an intensity of emotion he had never shown me before. He broke the kiss, leaving me reeling and let go of me. He turned and grabbed the two plates with the pizza on them.

  "Come on, baby," he said nonchalantly. "Let's eat; I'm starving."

  I followed him to the living room in a daze. Did he really just tell me he loved me? He certainly wasn't acting like something momentous had transpired. I watched him set the plates down on the coffee table, grab one of the remotes, and hit a few buttons until the sound switched back to the TV.

  "Fight Club's still on. Swe
et," he said with a smile and sat down on the couch. He looked at me expectantly. "Have a seat, baby."

  I nodded and crawled onto the couch, sitting cross-legged next to him. He handed me one of the plates, and he started inhaling his food. I shook my head and snorted. I needed to get a grip. I was definitely reading too much into this, adding meaning where there wasn't any. We only knew each other for a few days, for God's sake. I grabbed a piece of my pizza and dug in. We ate in silence for a few minutes, and I was astounded by how much food he ate in such a short amount of time. He ended up eating most of the pizza himself.

  "You know; a man of your age should be more careful with his portion sizes," I teased him as I watched him finish inhaling the last piece. "You could end up getting fat."

  "I wouldn't be so damn hungry if some temptress hadn't hijacked my plans for the night by showing up in the kitchen half dressed," he responded with a smile.

  "Half dressed?" I said incredulously. "Says the man wandering around shirtless and driving me crazy."

  "Crazy, huh?" he said with a self-satisfied smile.

  "I knew you wore that on purpose!" I accused him with a glare and hit him in the shoulder with my fist.

  "Ow!" he cried with a smirk. "I just wanted you to know what you were getting, in case you changed your mind."

  "Well, it worked," I said with a mock huff. "I was totally getting ready to leave when the siren call of your fucktastic abs hypnotized me."

  "My fucktastic abs?" he asked, his smile getting bigger.

  "Yes, you heard me. They're fucktastic," I said vehemently. I stopped and glared at his adorably huge grin. "Are you fishing for compliments?"

  "Maybe." He shrugged one shoulder and continued smiling at me.

  "Well," I said. "Since you're fishing, I might as well start at the top." I crawled across the couch to him and onto his lap. I ran my fingers through his hair and laid a soft kiss to one of his closed eyes. "You have gorgeous eyes." I kissed the tip of his nose. "A perfect nose." I placed another kiss on his lips, sucking on the lower one just the way he liked, cradling his face in my hands. "The most delicious lips," I whispered as I pulled away to meet his heated stare, his hands kneading my ass.