Page 211 of By His Rule

The sight of it makes my thighs clench around him, and damn if he doesn’t feel it.

“Hard not to when you’re looking at me like that, Temptress.”

He rips open the condom packet with his teeth before letting me watch as he rolls it down his shaft.

Shifting forward, he drags the head of his cock through my folds.

“Oh God.”

“Not God, babe,” he says, nudging against my entrance. “Just Kian Callahan.”

“Oh my god, you did not just—” My words vanish as he pushes inside me.

The only thing I can focus on is the point where we’re joined, the way he’s stretching me open.

“Relax,” he urges as he pushes deeper.

I do as he says, letting my body go limp beneath him, allowing him to push forward, filling me up until I can’t take any more.

“Kian,” I whimper.

“I know,” he says smugly. “I’m a lot to take.”

“Fucking hell,” I mutter.

I don’t get to say another word before he ducks down and steals my lips, kissing me senseless as he begins to move inside me.

At first, he’s slow and gentle, allowing me to get used to his size. But the moment he registers that I’m okay, he begins to up the pace.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he confesses the second our lips part. “So fucking good.”

Sliding his palm down my thigh, he lifts my leg, allowing him to hit me deeper and at an entirely different angle.

“Oh shit,” I gasp, making him smile.

“Yeah?”

“Stop digging for compliments, you know it’s good.”

He shrugs one shoulder. “My ego still likes to hear it,” he says, slowly dragging his dick out of me.

It makes all my nerve endings tingle in the best possible way.

Throwing my head back, I put everything into my next performance. “Oh, Kian. Yes. Yes. You’re such a god, Kian. Fuck me harder.”

He growls in frustration, although I’m pretty sure there’s a little amusement in there too before muttering, “As you wish.”

He lifts both of my legs and throws them over his shoulders before rutting into me with enough force that I shoot up the bed.

“Hold on, Temptress. Let me show you what I can really do.”

With his hands locked around my hips, he fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before. Every strike of his dick is like pure magic, and the way he looks as he does it...

Fuck me.

Hands down the best porn I’ve ever watched in my life.

His hair is a mess, hanging over his forehead. His pupils are blown wide—he’s high. High on sex. High on me. It’s a heady feeling. And the way his muscles pull and flex every time he moves is something else.

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