Page 92 of Rule Breakers Fall Hardest

Un-fucking-acceptable.

“You’re hovering, Rosie,” I singsong. “Give me more.” I give her ass another squeeze and tug her down.

Her first instinct is to resist, but after about three seconds, she finally does.

At the first spear of my tongue into her pussy, she nearly falls off the couch. With one hand still on her ass, I slide the other up to her ribcage to steady her.

Her reaction might be funny if I didn’t want to make her orgasm again so bad.

Maybe even a third time if she’ll let me.

She holds on to the back of the couch like I told her. At first, she’s stiff above me, but as I continue, she relaxes and begins to roll her hips against my face.

Fucking heaven.

I groan, deep in my throat, relishing in the absolute trust she’s putting in me.

That little rumble is all it takes to have her crying out and falling over the edge.

She’s certainly reactive with me. Obviously, she’s wasted far too much time on boys who don’t know what the fuck they’re doing when it comes to women.

I barely give her time to come down from the high before I have her on the couch again. I sink to the floor between her legs and palm her inner thighs, spreading her wide.

I’m fucking desperate to stroke my cock, but I hold myself back.

This is about her.

It’snotabout my pleasure. Not tonight.

I want Rosie to enjoy herself without thinking she owes me anything.

“I can’t come again,” she whimpers, throwing an arm over her face.

I slide two fingers into her dripping pussy, and instantly, she quivers around me. “Your pussy disagrees with that statement.” I crook my fingers.

In response, her back bows off the couch. “Holy fuck, Daire.”

Fuck, I’ve never felt this satisfied in my entire life.

I work my fingers in and out. Slow. Fast. Hard. Gentle.

The second I add my tongue, she detonates like a bomb going off.

“Holy fucking shit.”

Her skin glistens with sweat, her breasts heaving. I’m not sure when she ditched her shirt entirely, but I certainly appreciate the view of her full tits.

I lick my fingers clean, fighting a grin at her wide-eyed expression as she watches me.

“I didn’t think that was possible,” she admits, reaching for a blanket and pulling it over her torso.

With a tut, of disapproval, I swipe the blanket from her. I’m not done looking my fill yet.

“Glad to prove you wrong.” I join her on the couch, ignoring the way my rock-hard dick is begging to be let free.

“That was … wow.”

I chuckle and drop a kiss the top of her head.

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