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Broken in Beautiful

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It started with a text: "Door’s unlocked. Don’t make me wait."

 

My heart skipped. The screen glowed in my hand as I stood in the dim light of the neighborhood street, heat already pooling low in my belly. It wasnt just that I was meeting him for the first time tonight. I planned to offer myself to him. Not to be held or gently kissed. No. I was going to be used.

 

The walk to his door felt longer than it should have, my thighs brushing together, every step tugging my nerves tighter. I could already feel his presence like gravity, pulling me in, thick with expectation. I slipped inside the home quietly, as I was told. The air inside was cooler. Relieving some of the flush in my body. The lighting was soft and I heard low music playing as I walked through the house. Yet, there was also a type of stillness that heightened my anticipation and raised the gooseflesh on my arms. 

 

Then he spoke. His voice smooth, dangerous, and laced with promise.

 

"On your knees. Don’t speak."

 

I gave a small gasp, barely the audible breath. Then I shivered and dropped to my knees, trembling and wet. I felt him move in front of me, the scent of him filling my senses. He didn’t waste time. One hand tangled in my hair. The other tilted my chin.

 

"You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?"

 

I nodded, lips parted, and eyes wide.

 

"Good. Because I’m not being gentle tonight."

 

And then he was in my mouth.

 

There was no slow buildup, no sweet easing. Just the raw rhythm of him taking what he wanted. My jaw stretched, and my throat tested as I tried to accommodate him. I've had men before, but not quite as...thick. I panicked a bit and struggled, coughing. 

 

A low chuckle rumbled from him, the sound of it peaking my nipples, making me whimper, and look up at him. 

 

"I warned you, Pet, I'm going to break you," he groaned guiding my head with firm control, as my gag reflex kicked in. He didnt stop, but he paced himself choosing my next breath or ***.

 

Tears began to prick my eyes as spit dribbled down my chin, making me a sloppy drippy mess. I didn’t pull away. I took it. For him...and for me. Because this, being used like this, is exactly what I crave. The feelings a drug, and me an addict. 

 

When I began to tremble and my hands clawed at his thighs for something to hold onto, he finally spoke again.

 

"Such a Good Girl. So messy for me. Look at you…" 

 

The slight awe in his voice making me blush and my eyes focus on him. He nodded towards a mirror to the side of us...so I did as I was told and gazed at us. 

 

My body heated and my pussy dripped as I stared. With my eyes teary, cheeks flushed, and mouth stretched wide; I was proud, needy, and wrecked in the most perfect way.

 

Beautiful. 

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Thanks for reading, y’all! I had so much fun putting this piece together. I originally wrote it for my Dom, but I figured it might hit home for some of you too. ♡ Haha, enjoy, you slutty hoes. I love it.

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👏🏻👏🏻I woke up to check my messages and this is what I see first! Loved it 🫶🏻🫶🏻✨✨✨
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