Page 124 of Against The Rules

Ty’s still waiting for an answer, I realize, and it makes me melt. “No, it’s not a problem. I trust you.”

“That’s my fucking good girl. That’s my wife.” He doesn’t waste any time, leaning down and capturing the tip of one breast in his mouth. I moan, arching into him as he sucks it, palming my other with a calloused hand.

“I love the way your hands feel on my skin,” I say, already panting, already desperate to come. I thought my little dance would turn him on—I didn’t expect to turn myself on so much.

“That’s because you were made for me,” he growls, pressing a savage kiss against my mouth. “You’re mine.”

He kisses his way down my jaw, my neck, and I lift my hips, starved for more of his touch.

He sits up abruptly, staring down at me with wonder in his eyes.

“What?” I ask. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t believe you’re mine. I’m the luckiest man in the world. Look at you, laid out here, wet for me. So fucking perfect.”

With that he tears—legitimately tears—my underwear off.

“There it is,” he says, looking proud of himself as the tulle scrap dangles from his fingers.

“You know, you could have pulled those off normally.” I can’t help laughing.

“What, and ruin the fun?”

I start to form a sassy response, but he throws one of my legs over his shoulder and licks me.

My hands spasm against each other, and I’m whimpering, begging for more. Needing him.

“I need you,” he grits out before long. “I need you so bad.”

“Then take me,” I tell him. “I’m ready.”

“I know you are.” He’s undressed in a flash. “We’re going to find out just how flexible you are, Peaches.”

I grin up at him, because yeah, I’m up for that challenge. I lift my leg in the air, high as it can go, and his eyes go heavy-lidded as he strokes one hand down his cock, staring at me in wonder.

“I bet you can push it further,” I whisper, feeling naughty and so good all at once.

“Savannah,” he says, crawling over my body, his palm on my ankle as he pushes it further. “That’s so fucking hot.”

“I want you,” I tell him.

He surges into me, and I cry out, tugging at the silken ropes around my wrists, wanting to touch him but somehow even more turned on by the fact I’m completely at his mercy.

And still, I know he’s going to take care of me.

“You feel so perfect,” he says, his eyes round with wonder.

“I love you,” I tell him, and he thrusts into me again.

My eyes close, my head rolling to the side at the deep sensation.

“Look at me. Eyes on me, Peaches.”

I do as he says, sweat beading on my brow, my body already climbing to orgasm. Slowly, painstakingly slowly, he pulls out, then drives in again, hard, pushing me across the floor.

“Tyler,” I gasp.

“Come for me,” he demands, gaze locked on mine.

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