Page 300 of By His Rule

“Jump up on the counter, Temptress,” I demand, my voice deep and rough even to my own ears.

She doesn’t hesitate, and the second her ass hits my cold granite counter, she hisses in surprise while I push her legs apart.

The sight of her glistening pussy makes my mouth water, and without missing a beat, I shuffle forward and lick up the length of her.

“Holy shit,” she cries, sliding forward so that she’s right on the edge, giving me all the access I need.

With my hands pressed against her thighs, I eat her like she’s my last meal.

Her entire body trembles with her impending orgasm, but I don’t let her have it. Not until I’m ready.

Her taste floods my mouth, and I do my best to memorize it. Not that I need to. This is it now. She’s mine, and I’m going to be able to do this over and over.

In the past, I’ve always thought that settling down with one woman would be boring. The thought of only experiencing one pussy, one body for the rest of my life terrified me. But no more.

Thinking about having Lorelei every single day excites me. The thought of being able to learn every single thing about her, all the ways I can make her come…it’s a bigger turn-on than fucking a different woman every night ever was.

“Kian, please. I need?—”

“What do you need?”

“You, Kian. I need you.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

I up the ante, sucking her clit harder, curling my fingers deeper inside her, making her scream as her release barrels into her.

The way she clamps down on me makes my head spin and my cock weep.

She’s barely come down from her high when I push to my feet, lose my pants and boxers and drag my cock through her folds.

She trembles, her pussy sensitive and swollen.

“So pretty,” I muse, watching intently. And my fascination only gets stronger as I push inside her, observing the moment we connect.

It feels like it’s been a lifetime when in reality, it’s only been days. But no matter how long it’s been, it’s too long.

There were too many secrets and far too many miles between us this weekend.

“You’re mine, Lorelei Tempest. Mine. All. Fucking. Mine,” I state before thrusting forward and stretching her wide open.

My teeth grind and my grip on her hips tightens as I embrace just how fucking good she feels wrapped around me.

“Yes, yes. I’m yours, Kian. Yours,” she screams as I pull out and thrust back in harder, deeper.

“Good. Don’t forget it. Ever.”

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LORELEI

Kian was right. There wasn’t anything I needed from my apartment to spend the night with him. He’d already organized everything.

I had clothes, lingerie, toiletries, and of course, more bottles of my beloved hair products. There were even sanitary napkins and tampons in the bathroom cabinet. If I wasn’t already falling hard, then looking around his home and finding hints of myself everywhere really would have done it.

But as incredible as spending the night and then waking up with him was, I’m still nervous as hell as we step out of the car outside the Callahan Enterprises building the next morning.

I’ve no doubt that a huge percentage of the people who reside inside this building on a daily basis would have seen the footage of Kian and me on the beach, and worse, the slander that was attached to it.

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