Page 72 of Against The Rules

“Take this off,” I demand, and she gives me a slow smile, then complies. When her gorgeous tits spring free, I nearly fucking lose it right there.

I stare at her, her chest heaving, her breasts on full display, and I want more.

I don’t ask, even though maybe I should, but as soon as I start tugging at the hem of her pants, she lifts her hips.

“Yes, Tyler,” she moans, and then I’m treated to the sight of her in only her underwear.

Her pink underwear, that have a tiny bow on them, and plainly say “Monday.”

I snort, brought up short, and she bites her lip, raising one eyebrow. “What?”

“Monday?”

“It’s laundry day,” she says, laughing too. “Besides, no one was supposed to see my underwear tonight.”

“Then we better take them off,” I say, grinning at her.

God, when has it ever been like this with a woman? Laughing and joking even as desire has me by the fucking throat?

I love it.

Tenderness drowns out some of the ferocity of my lust, and I pull my own grey sweats off, my boxers following.

Savannah’s intake of breath draws me up short.

“It’s big,” she says, her eyes huge.

I flex, raising one eyebrow. “I bet you say that to all the guys.”

She frowns. “No. I don’t. And seriously, that thing is huge.”

I glance down at my hard cock, unable to resist giving it a stroke. Savannah sighs, and the simple noise gets me even harder. Fuck, I want her so badly.

“Don’t be nervous.” I grin down at her, precum beading on the tip of my cock as she pulls her underwear down, revealing her perfect pussy. “I’ll get you ready. You can take it.”

Slowly, making myself go slow, I crawl over her naked body, savoring every sensation, cataloguing all the things she likes. The intake of her breath as I kiss her neck. The sweet smell of her skin, the soft fall of her hair.

The way she sighs so sweetly as I kiss her mouth, the gentle way she opens for me, her tongue teasing me, driving me fucking out of my mind.

I slide my hand down her body, and she gasps as I tweak her nipples, making me grin.

“You like when I play with these pretty nipples?”

“Yes,” she moans, her gaze turning feverish.

“Good,” I tell her, kissing the spot under her ear that seems to drive her crazy. My hand keeps moving down until I’ve found the small strip of hair above her pussy.

“More,” she pleads, driving away any lingering doubt about whether or not I’m moving too fast.

“You want this as bad as I do, don’t you?” I ask, propping myself up on an elbow so I can watch her. “You want me to get you so wet, don’t you, Peaches?”

Pink colors her face, but she arches her back, moving her hips up to where my fingers tease the soft mound of her pussy. “Yes,” she finally says, blue eyes desperate. “Make me come again, Tyler.”

A cocky grin turns one side of my mouth up, and I love this. I’m eating it up. “I bet you’ve been thinking about me since I ate you out, huh?”

“Every damn day,” she grits out, writhing as I slick my fingers between her folds.

“Me too,” I rasp, then close my mouth over her nipple as I rub my fingers around her opening, then work her clit with her own wetness.

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