Page 210 of By His Rule

“Yes, yes, please.”

“Aw, you beg so beautifully,” he praises.

Shifting between my legs, he makes a show of checking out my bare chest before his eyes lock on the only part of me that’s still covered.

My lips part to chastise him for taking too long, but I swallow my words when his fingers tuck into the waistband of my panties.

He pulls them down my thighs, and I help him out by bending my legs to free myself as soon as possible.

The second they’re free from my body, he balls them up and lifts them to his nose, inhaling my scent.

“Jesus,” I mutter, surprisingly turned on by the move.

No sooner has he breathed me in than he throws my panties aside and drops to his stomach, ready for the real thing.

The sight of him between my thighs and ready to strike is something else.

It’s also something I’m never going to regret.

This powerful, all-consuming man is on his knees—figuratively—and ready to worship me.

Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this important in all my life.

He could have any woman he wants, and right now, it’s my taste he wants filling his mouth.

“Kiaaaaaan,” I cry out when he leans forward and licks up the length of my pussy. Then, he ups the ante and sucks on my clit.

How the fuck he found it so fast, God only knows, but I’m not in a position to question it.

My fingers twist in his hair again, holding him in place as he really goes to town.

The intensity of what he’s doing to my body causes my thighs to close as I fight to embrace it, but he’s not having any of it. His palms press against my thighs before spreading them back against the bed. He fully opens me to him, and he doesn’t waste the opportunity.

He eats me like a man who hasn’t seen a meal in a month. He works me perfectly. As if he’s been doing so all his life.

I chant his name over and over as my release approaches. But he never lets me fall.

“If you’re trying to remind me who’s the boss, then I have to tell you, it’s not necessary,” I snap, desperate.

He chuckles and takes his fucking mouth away.

“What are you doing?” I gasp, my eyes dropping to his glistening mouth.

Oh my god, my boss just ate my pussy.

Standing at the end of the bed, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his accomplished smirk never slipping before he tucks his thumbs into his boxers.

My mouth runs dry when I finally get to see him in all his glory.

I knew he was big. I figured that out the very first time he pressed it up against me. But shit. I wasn’t expecting that.

He gives me a second to take it all in before leaning down, grabbing his pants and pulling something from the pocket.

With the small silver packet in his hand, he crawls back onto the bed and settles between my thighs.

“You look nervous,” he says softly.

“Well, yeah. Have you seen…” I trail off before gesturing to his dick. “Don’t give me that smirk, Mr. Callahan,” I chastise when it appears across his mouth.

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