Page 181 of My Rules

“That’s it.” He smiles into my neck. “Let me hear you.” He pumps me hard and knocks the air out of my lungs. “I want to hear you fucking moan.”

My eyes roll back in my head, and just like he requested, my body lets out a deep, guttural moan. Once again, I feel him smile into my neck, and I find myself smiling too.

The man’s a deviant.

He surges in deep, and I feel his piercing as it slides all the way in and drags all the way out. It’s the weirdest sensation. It adds a whole new layer to the experience, or maybe it’s just because it’s Blake, and he’s ... well, from what I can see, he’s the master of fucking.

The Fuck Master 100.

“I should make a model of your cock, complete with the piercing, and call it the Fuck Master 100 vibrator,” I whisper up at him.

He breaks into a breathtaking smile as he pumps me. “This cock’s just for you.”

“I’m serious. We would make bank with this dick.”

“If you can still talk, I’m not doing it right,” he whispers darkly as he brings my legs up to around his chest. “How’s this.” He pumps me hard, and the bed creaks as it nearly breaks. He knocks every single piece of air out of my lungs, the sanity from my brain. “Try talking now.”

I stare up at him in awe. My mouth hangs open in shock at the all-consuming sensation.

He’s big and deep. His strong hands hold my legs back with force ... and fucking hell, is this what sex is supposed to be like?

I feel insignificant to his power. This isn’t an even game. I’m like a weak little petal being used for his pleasure. He’s moving me how he wants me, taking me deep and uninhibited.

It’s so hot that I can’t stand it.

We get into a rhythm; my feet are up around his ears, and all I can feel is that damn piercing tickling my G-spot. Showing me exactly what it’s there for. It’s so ...

Good lord, dick piercings should be mandatory for all men.

I’m addicted.

“I ...” My eyes flutter closed. “I can’t ... ohhhh,” I moan.

“Hold it,” he demands. “We haven’t even fucking started.”

His thick cock hits the right spot again and again, and I can’t ... “Ahhh.” My toes curl, and I cry out as an orgasm tears through me. He fucks me through it with abandon.

Hard and thick.

The sound of our skin slapping together echoes around the room and ... fuck.

Perspiration dusts my skin as he uses me.

His body is taking what it needs from mine, and I’ve never done this before.

This isn’t sex.

This is an experience that every woman should have at least once in her life.

“Ohhh,” he moans as his grip on my ankles gets harder, his pumps deeper, rougher. “That’s it,” he whispers. “Milk me,” he whispers. “Give it to me.”

I clench as hard as I can, and his eyes roll back in his head. He surges forward and holds himself deep. I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he comes deep inside my body.

The husky moan that leaves his body is a heavenly sound, and I smile up at the ceiling as angels sing in the distance.

I want to bottle this feeling, put a bookmark in time to come back to.

He falls down onto me, panting hard into the crook of my neck, and I hold him close.

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