Page 254 of My Rules

I take him deep down my throat. I need him closer.

So much to make up for.

His breathing is ragged, and he shudders as if close. “Get up here,” he growls. “Get the fuck up here on my cock.” He grabs my arms and pulls me up to my position on his lap, my legs spread back around his. Holding his base, he swipes the tip of his cock through my dripping-wet flesh.

Oh.

We stare at each other, arousal and thick want bouncing between us.

“Get on it,” he mouths darkly.

I slide down, but he’s too big; my body meets resistance. He rocks me from side to side to try and loosen me up.

“Oh god,” I moan. “I’ve missed this beautiful cock of yours.”

He smiles darkly, and with his two hands on my hip bones, he slams me down hard, forcing my body to take him all.

I cry out at the possession as his body overtakes every single inch of mine.

My body ripples around his as we stare at each other.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“Don’t.” His eyes flutter shut, as if he’s trying to block me out.

“It’s true.”

Something snaps inside of him, something dark and sinister.

The next thing I know, I’m bent over on my hands and knees on the couch. He slides in deep, unforgiving, forcing me forward until my face crushes into the couch.

Then he’s riding me hard, thick, fast pumps, and I can’t even breathe as the air is knocked out of my lungs.

Good lord, nobody fucks like Blake Grayson.

Nobody.

He lifts one of my legs as he takes me deeper, harder, and faster, and I see all the stars as I scream for mercy.

“Blake,” I whimper.

“This is what you came for, isn’t it?” He continues to give me the beating that my body’s been craving. Our skin slaps together, and he lets out a deep, guttural moan that turns me inside out.

I clutch the lounge as he pumps me one ... two ... three times, and my vision blacks out as I come hard and fast.

I cry out as I lose all control.

He holds himself deep, and I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he empties deep inside me.

We pant, gasping for air.

I feel a soft, tender kiss on the back of my shoulder blade. It reminds me of so many happy memories, and I smile into the couch cushion.

“I missed my plane,” I pant.

“Who said I’m finished with you?”

Is there a better place on earth than lying with your head on Blake Grayson’s chest?

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