Page 264 of By His Rule

This week has been fucking pointless. Everything I’ve done, everything I’ve seen, all I wanted to do was experience it with her, or at least be able to share it with her. It was fucking weird.

Everything is fucking weird. But it’s exciting too.

“Are you trying to kill me?” she squeals as I slow my pace again, letting her come down from her almost orgasm.

“Definitely not. I like you too much to do that.”

“Then prove it. Please,” she begs.

I make a noise to let her know that I’m considering her demand, letting her feel the vibrations.

Her grip on my hair tightens until I’m sure she’s going to pull both handfuls out, but I don’t give a fuck. I’ll shave the lot off as long as I get to keep doing this.

“Oh God, yes,” she cries when I work her clit and G-spot at the same time. “Yes. Yes. Kian. Kian.”

Fuck, hearing her chant my name does strange fucking things to me.

She continues and this time, I can’t stop. I need to hear my name spilling from her lips as I push her over the edge too badly.

“Kian. Kian. KIIIIIIIIIAN.”

Her body convulses on my desk, the wet patch under her ass only growing.

I’m never going to look at this desk the same way ever again.

In record time, I push to my feet and shove my pants and boxers over my ass, letting my dick spring free.

Lorelei lies back on my desk, her chest heaving and her skin flushed red as she comes down from her high.

She’s never looked more beautiful.

“More,” she begs the second I drag the head of my cock through her folds. Her pussy clenches the moment I’m at her entrance, trying to suck me inside.

“Jesus, Lorelei,” I groan, pushing the tip inside. “I can’t get enough of this. Of you.”

Lifting her legs around me, she digs her heels into my ass, trying to push me deeper.

“You need my dick, babe?”

“Yes, yes,” she eagerly agrees.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

I push forward. It’s not as fast as either of us might want, but after four days of not being together, I need to treat her a little gently. I have every intention of this being just round one; I can’t break her yet.

My teeth grind and my grip on her hips tightens as her heat surrounds me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I hiss, grinding my hips until I’m fully seated inside her.

“More, Kian. More,” she begs.

“You’re perfect,” I confess as I begin to move. “So fucking perfect.”

Sliding my hands up her sides, I slip one behind her and unhook her bra, letting her tits spill free.

“Oh my god,” she cries when I squeeze them both.

“That good, Temptress?”

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