Page 133 of Rule Breakers Fall Hardest

I nod, biting my lip as my pussy clenches with anticipation. I’ve been waiting so long for this.

With one finger, he finds my core, letting out a low hiss. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

Arching my back, I cup his cheek. “Please.”

Please, fuck me.

Please, love me.

Please, never leave me.

“Are you on birth control?”

With my heart in my throat, I nod in answer.

“Do you want me to wear a condom?”

His thoughtfulness floods me with warmth. Finding my voice, I say, “I trust you.”

In response, he lets out a shuddering breath and kisses me.

Giving him my trust might be even more powerful than giving him my love.

Gripping his cock at the base, he guides it to my entrance and pushes in only an inch or so. In unison, we moan. I might have been embarrassed of the sound if it wasn’t so obvious that his feelings are just as intense.

“Jesus, Rosie.” He pulls back out, then slowly pushes in again. This time a bit farther.

The piercing on the head of his cock feels foreign but strangely good.

“Daire,” I practically beg, clutching at his arms. “Stop teasing me.”

With a chuckle, he pushes in all the way. I gasp at the fullness and tighten my hold, my nails biting into his forearms.

He rocks his hips in and out, tortuously slow. “Look at the way you take me. Your pussy was made for me.”

Dizzy with desire, I follow his line of sight. The vision of us connected this way is enough to cause fireworks to erupt in my chest.

“I love you.” He kisses me.

Pressing his forehead to mine, he rocks gently in and out of me. The rhythm is at odds with the way he fucked my mouth, but it’s not any less erotic. This is what we need for our first time. Soft and slow.

“You feel so good, baby.”

I bite my lip, at a loss for words, let alone thoughts. I’m simply a big ball of emotions. This moment is too intense, but in the best way.

With his thumb, he finds my clit, pressing in slow, steady circles that quickly send me hurtling toward climax.

Curse this man for knowing exactly how to play my body. Why him when no one else could?

But as quickly as the impending orgasm barrels down on me, it fades.

Though I hide my disappointment, he knows me too damn well. “Let go, Rosie,” he murmurs. “Get outta your head. Eyes on me.”

I do as he says, pushing all thoughts but him from my mind. As I focus on the need in his eyes and the way he moves over me, that sensation quickly builds again. And then I’m careening over the edge before I can get too in my head about it again.

“Beautiful. So beautiful,” he croons, lazily tracing my body with both hands.

I feel like Jell-O in his arms.

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