Page 159 of My Rules

He puts his hand over mine on his cock and begins to fuck my hand hard.

Violent.

“Like that,” he growls.

I feel him swell as his grip gets tighter. His girth is huge, and I can feel the thick vein that courses down the full length of him. The head so engorged and dripping with want.

Ahhhhhh.

It’s all I can do to hold on, to stay up on my feet. My body is here, but I am floating way up above, watching us from the heavens as I have an out-of-body experience.

“Say when,” he whispers darkly in my ear.

What . . . when . . .

Who has this kind of control?

I jerk him harder; his face contorts, and goddamn, I thought I liked Blake Grayson before.

Now I’m addicted.

“When.” I grip him tighter, and his hips take over, and he pushes forward and lifts my nightdress as he pins me to the wall. Our teeth clash as he comes hard up against my stomach.

Hearts race between us as we pant into each other’s kiss.

A high . . . so high.

He rubs his semen into my skin as he kisses me; there’s a tangible feeling between us. Or maybe it’s just my heart free-falling from my chest.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He grabs the bottom of my nightdress. “Arms up.” I raise my arms, and he slowly lifts my wet nightdress up and over my head and throws it to the side.

Suddenly I’m standing before him completely naked. My eyes search his, and he gives me a soft smile and kisses me. “You’re more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.” Without another word, he drops to his knees in front of me and picks up one of my legs and puts it over his shoulder. I grab his shoulders to steady myself as his tongue swipes through my wet, swollen flesh.

“I’ve just ...” I shudder at the feeling of his tongue on me. “Come.”

“I know,” he whispers into me. His eyes close in pleasure. “I told you I’m cleaning you up.”

What the fuck?

He spreads me apart with his fingers and licks me deeper. My eyes roll back in my head.

“Hmm,” he moans into me. “You taste so fucking good.”

The blood begins to drain from my face as arousal thumps through me.

How is he so ... hot?

He licks me deeper and deeper, and I cling to his shoulders as I lose all coherent thought. My body begins to take on her own agenda to move against him.

“Hmm,” he whispers. “That’s it, baby; ride my face.”

His thumbs part me wider as his teeth graze my clitoris, and I shudder as another orgasm screams through me. He smiles into me as his eyes hold mine.

Is this a dream? Am I going to wake up any moment and realize this is all a figment of my imagination?

He kisses the inside of my thigh and stands. “That’s all for today.” He gives me a slow, sexy smile as he begins to wash me with the body wash. “Wouldn’t want to rush things.”

I stare up at him in awe ...

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