Page 213 of By His Rule

“Come for me, Lorelei. Show me how good my dick feels inside you.”

I grind against her in a way I’m quickly learning she loves, and with one more graze of her clit, she falls.

And. It. Is. Fucking. Beautiful.

“Good girl,” I praise through gritted teeth. It takes everything I have not to come. Every-fucking-thing.

I let her ride out every ounce of pleasure, and then I switch things up. I might love having control, but there is one thing I can’t get out of my head…

My back hits the mattress, and Lorelei’s weight lands over my waist.

Her cheeks are flushed bright red, and so is her heaving chest as she settles on top of me.

“Fuck me, Temptress. I want to watch you bouncing on my dick.”

“Jesus, Kian,” she mutters, although she doesn’t waste any time in grabbing my length and positioning herself right above it.

Any hesitation about my size is gone as she lowers herself onto me.

“Fuck,” I groan, and she sinks lower and lower, my dick disappearing inside her. “Fuck. Your pussy is insane,” I confess as I reach for her hips.

I’m not going to drag her down, forcing her to sit on me, but I really fucking want to.

She smiles—but it’s nothing like any smile I’ve seen from her before. It’s pure filth. And if it’s possible, the sight of it makes my dick even harder.

She gasps when she’s finally full of me.

“Did it get bigger?” she asks, wiggling her hips as she tries to get a feel for it.

I smirk. “One can only hope.”

“Fucking mor?—”

I grind her hips, and her words turn into a moan.

“I want you to come again, Temptress. Then I’m going to fill that perfect pussy of yours.”

“Your mouth is obscene, Kian Callahan.”

“Tell me that you don’t like it,” I challenge.

Her eyes drop from mine in favor of checking out my body again.

“I can’t. Your dirty mouth might just be the one thing I do like about you.”

I thrust up.

“Just one thing?”

“That’s okay, too. But you know, there really has been a vast improvement with dildos recently so?—”

“Fucking pain in my ass,” I mutter before thrusting harder. “There is nothing on the market that compares to this. I can promise you that.”

She quirks a brow at me and I thrust again. Her lips part to cry out, but she swallows it down, refusing to give me the satisfaction of knowing I’m right.

Not necessary, I already know. I can feel it in the way she’s rippling around me.

“Fight it all you like; you know I’m telling the truth.”

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