Broken Beginnings: A High Heat Small Town Romance Suspense (Citrus Cove Book 1)

I NEEDED him more now than ever. I needed to forget today, to let everything fall away, at least for a bit.

He kissed my throat, lifting my dress over my hips. The rain grew louder as I reached between us, undoing his belt and button. He groaned, cursing under his breath.

“I can’t get enough of you.” His voice was low, his need raw. He knotted his fingers in my hair and yanked me down, our mouths closing in on each other.

I groaned as we kissed, drinking him in. My body felt like a live wire, the tension of need growing stronger with every touch. He scraped his teeth along my bottom lip, a low moan leaving him.

“I want you to be rough,” I gasped.

I needed it. I needed to give in, to be taken in a way that would make my brain stop working.

His grip tightened in my hair, and he paused, his gaze searching mine. “You’ll have to tell me what you mean, sunshine. You know the things that I like. And you’ve told me what you like. But today is not a day we should cross any lines. Ask me what you need, and I will give it to you.”

My eyes teared up. I’d never been with anyone that was like him. “I want you to spank me. Restrain me. Blindfold me. I want you to make me come so hard I feel like I’m dying. I want you to use me over and over again, Cam. I need you.”

He ran his thumb over my cheek, stroking my skin. His eyes reflected the storm around us, his cock throbbing against me. “You want to be my good girl?” he whispered.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

A silent thrill ran through me. “Yes. More than anything.”

“And if anything is too much, you’ll say ‘red.’”

“Yes,” I promised.

“And you know how much I care for you, right, sunshine?”

“Yes,” I said. “I know.” Because I did. I knew it more than anything else in the world right now.

He held my gaze and slid me off his lap. “Good. I want you to bend over the porch swing. Use the back to hold on to, and spread your legs for me. And push your ass out.”

My pussy pulsed, his demand spreading through me. I turned over and took the position he asked for. I glanced over my shoulder, watching as he leaned forward and grabbed the hem of my dress.

And ripped it.

“Cam,” I gasped.

“I’ll buy you another one,” he promised, tearing it again.

I gasped as he made a strip of fabric and stepped up behind me, pulling it around my head. I gripped the smooth wood of the porch swing, feeling it sway slightly as he leaned against it. He tied the fabric over my eyes, using it as a blindfold.

His fingers curled into my hair, and he yanked hard, drawing a laugh from me. A laugh. My entire body lit up, the slight pain turning me on in a way I didn’t know was possible.

“You’re so needy, sunshine,” he whispered, brushing his lips against the side of my neck. A chill ran through me as he tightened his grip, the butterfly kisses drawing subtle gasps from me.

I shivered. He wasn’t even fucking me yet, but every nerve ending was alive. Just the kisses along my neck were making me desperate.

“Cam,” I rasped.

He bit my earlobe, drawing a sudden yelp from me.

“Fuck,” I cried.

“Spread your legs a little wider, baby. Push that pretty ass back against me.”

I gripped the swing, moaning as I arched my back and pushed back against him. Being blindfolded made all of my other senses more intense. He gripped the ends of my curls and tugged, winding them around his fist. I heard the sound of his buckle being undone, his pants being unzipped, and then felt the slap of his cock against my ass cheek.

I gasped, my nipples hardening. He looped a finger around my panties and tugged them down, exposing me completely.

“You’re already so wet for me, sunshine,” he said. “You look so fucking good like this.”

His hand was broad and rough. He gripped my ass cheek and squeezed, drawing a helpless moan from me.

“You’re so perfect,” he huffed. He squeezed my other ass cheek and then slapped it.

I groaned, arching more as the impact reverberated through my body. “Cam.”

He rubbed the other cheek, his hand warming the skin. The anticipation, not knowing when he might spank me, set me on edge. I gripped the back of the swing, my eyes closed. He pulled on my hair as he spanked me, drawing a throaty cry from me.

Being spanked by a hot man wasn’t a replacement for therapy, but it damn sure felt like it at the moment.

He grunted and spanked me again, alternating between each ass cheek. I gasped as my muscles became hotter, each impact stinging more.

Right when I expected him to spank me again, his hand slid down, two fingers pushing inside me with ease.

I gasped, cursing. “Fuck.”

“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you, darlin’? You like being spanked and having your hair pulled. If there is a god, they made you just for me.”

His words sent a spike of pleasure through me as his fingers began to thrust in and out, slow and teasing. I trembled, my muscles coiling with tension as he leaned down and kissed my spine, his lips soft and beard slightly rough. The sensations came in waves, and my body responded.

The sound of him finger fucking me turned me on.

“Such a dirty girl,” he chuckled.

I whimpered, pushing back against him, eager for more. “I need you inside me,” I moaned.

“Soon, sunshine.”

I gasped as he kept pushing them in and out, his hand smacking my ass. The sound split around us at the same moment thunder rumbled, a low groan leaving Cam.

Pleasure rushed through me until I let out a throaty cry, an orgasm crashing through me. He pulled my head back, making me yell through the wave, my entire body breaking apart just for him.

I sank against the porch swing, feeling it sway slightly. He slowly pulled his fingers free, and then I felt the head of his cock rubbing against me.

He leaned down, his voice like a whisky shot straight to my core. “I’m not done with you, baby.”

I whimpered, still catching my breath as he gripped my hips. The porch swing creaked as he thrust forward. I yelped as I took the first few inches and then eased the rest of the way in slowly.

His cock throbbed inside of me. He stayed still, making sure that I was adjusted to his size. I sucked in a breath, craving what was next. Craving to feel him let loose.

“Cam,” I whispered.

He hummed to himself, his grip turning gentle for a moment. He slowly pulled back and then thrust forward. I moaned as he did so again and again, setting a rhythm that had my cries echoing out into the stormy evening.

I yelled his name and tossed my head back as he fucked me. It was hot and primal and everything I’d ever needed, especially right now. A shiver ran through me, and I gripped the wood of the swing, groaning as I felt the edge of another orgasm flooding in.

“Cam,” I rasped. His name might as well have been god with the way I kept repeating it. “Cam.”

“Come for me again. I want to feel you squeeze my cock as I come inside you.”

I gasped, my back arching as he slammed into me again. Pleasure curled through me, tightening and tightening until I felt it burst, one that rocked me to my very core. I let out a sharp cry as I came, squeezing Cam’s cock as he groaned. His grip on me tightened, his breaths hard as he came.

The heat of him filled me, and I felt like I was floating back down from the heavens, my breaths hard.

Finally, he let out the softest chuckle. “You’re too good for me, sunshine,” he murmured.

I was breathless as he leaned down and kissed my back. His beard tickling my skin, his cock still pulsing inside me.

He reached around me, his arms circling my body. I gasped as he lifted me, swiftly moving and seating himself on the porch swing, bringing me with him. His cock was still inside me, my back against his chest as he pulled me back.

His hand slid across my thigh, pulling them wide apart.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“I’ll never be done with you,” he murmured, kissing my neck. He breathed in my scent, his fingers sliding across my clit. His touch was a lightning bolt straight to my pussy. I squeezed him as I gasped, my head falling back on his shoulder.

He was getting hard again.

“I’ve had years to dream about this,” he whispered, slowly circling my clit. “Years, sunshine. To dream about holding you just like this. To have my cock buried in your pretty cunt.”

“I can’t believe you ever wanted me,” I whispered.

His lips were soft against my neck, sending pleasurable waves of lust through me. I let out a short breath, the sensations almost overwhelming. I never realized how sensitive my neck was until now.

“I’ve wanted you since I laid eyes on you,” he rasped. “There’s something about you. The day we met, you carved your name into my heart, and ever since then, I haven’t been able to let go. Even when you left. There was a part of me that hoped and prayed you might come back again.”

His fingers began to circle faster. I tensed against him, my body buzzing with carnal delight.

“I’m yours,” he huffed, his hips giving a thrust. “I’m all yours, Haley.”

His words were sweet, his touch beyond wicked. I cried out as his free arm wrapped around my waist, holding on to me tight as he began to fuck me again. I bounced up and down on his cock, his fingers still circling my clit. It was like a roller coaster, a never-ending one.

“Fuck,” he growled, giving one more thrust.

He came inside me again, his cum shooting in hot ropes. I gasped, another orgasm curling through me, a slow and delicious one. I shivered, my eyes fluttering.

Finally, the two of us melted against each other.

“Holy hell,” I whispered.

There were no words. None that could possibly come to mind.

“I have an idea,” he said.

“I like your ideas.”

“How about we go take a shower, get dressed, and snuggle before we go see your sister?”

I nodded, feeling a smile take over. I couldn’t stop myself. “Sure. I think that sounds like a plan.”