Page 187 of My Rules

“I’m going to come if you don’t stop doing that,” I murmur as I hold his head to me.

Don’t stop.

His thick tongue strengthens its assault, and I shudder again. “Blake,” I murmur.

“Yeah, baby?” He looks up at me from his knees. His lips are glistening with my arousal, and his big brown eyes are dark and dangerous. “You want me to stop?”

I swallow the lump in my throat as I stare down at him.

“What do you want, Rebecca?”

“I . . .”

“Tell me what you want,” he demands in a whisper.

“I want to come.”

“On my face?” His eyebrow rises in that sexy way it does. “In my mouth.”

“Yes.” I nod.

He gives me a slow, sexy smile. “Good girl.” He licks me so deep that my toes curl. “I like it when you ask for what you want.” He latches on and sucks me hard.

Oh . . .

My footing falters, and I sway on my one stiletto.

How is he so good at this?

He smiles into me as he flutters his tongue, and I see stars as I throw my head back. He does it again and again until I can’t stand it anymore, and I plunge into the abyss.

The strongest orgasm I have ever had hits me hard, and I cry out. The sound of my scream echoes on the tiles around us.

He sucks me through it, then stands and bends me over the basin and pulls my dress up higher.

Somewhere in the arousal fog, I hear his pants unzip, and then I feel him slide his cock deep into my body. “I need you.” He lifts one of my legs and puts it onto the basin beside us. We stare at each other in the mirror. His knees are bent as he fucks me hard. Fast and furious, as if we are fighting against the clock, as if we shouldn’t be doing this.

My breasts bounce in my dress with every thrust, and this wasn’t in the plan.

He turns my head and kisses me deeply as his hips fuck me at a piston pace. I can feel him swelling, getting harder and harder.

This feeling between us . . .

“Oh ...,” he moans. “Fuuuuuck.” He holds himself deep, and I feel the telling jerk of his cock as his hands grip my hip bones at an almost painful strength.

Our kiss turns tender, and our eyes are closed as we get lost in the moment.

It’s unhurried and sacred.

A sweet moment between us, his hard body still deep inside mine, but the beast inside has been temporarily tamed.

“We’re going to be late,” I whisper against his lips.

“Do I look like I care?” He smiles.

“We have to shower.” I pull out of his grip and step back.

“We don’t have time.”

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