Page 132 of Rule Breakers Fall Hardest

“Mm,” I hum. “We can’t have that. I’d like to keep you around.”

I lower my mouth over him and continue until he hits the back of my throat and I gag.

“Fuck, Rosie.” He fists my hair with both hands, gently guiding me up and down. As he sets the pace, I moan around him, making sure he knows I approve.

As I suck. I dig my fingers into his thighs, more than likely leaving half-moon indentions from my nails, but if it hurts, he doesn’t complain.

I take him as far as I can once again, his piercing hitting the back of my throat. My core clenches in anticipation. It’s impossible not to fantasize about what that thing will feel like inside me.

Daire brushes his fingers along my neck, gathering my hair away from my face.

When he murmurs “pretty girl,” I think I might come on the spot.

This man turns me on and fills me with comfort in a way that no other guy has ever been able to.

Because he was always meant to be yours.

As that little voice in my head encourages me, I look up at him, finding his eyes hooded as he watches me. The muscles in his abdominals flex. He’s holding himself back.

I smile around his length, then release him, a string of saliva clinging to my mouth. He groans at the sight, his eyes somehow getting heavier.

I wipe it away, tilting my head to the side. “Why are you holding back?”

His eyes widen with surprise, like he didn’t expect me to pick up on it. “I’m not.”

I grin. “Liar. Fuck my mouth like you want to.”

He closes his eyes, breathing out slowly. “Are you sure?”

I nod, clenching my abdominal muscles to stave off the desire that courses through me at the idea of it. “Give it to me. I can take it.”

He sits up, forcing me to crawl backward.

“Stay like that,” he orders.

“On all fours?”

“Yeah, baby.” He strokes my jaw and rises up on his knees. “Fuck, your lips are all puffy already.” He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. “So beautiful. Now open up.”

I do as he says, keeping eye contact with him. Gripping the base of his cock, he guides it into my waiting mouth.

Then, with a hand in my hair, he guides my speed and picks up the pace. When I choke, he pulls back.

Peering up at him, I shake my head.

I can take it, I say with my eyes.

And he gives it to me, not holding anything back this time.

I revel in it—in making him lose control like this.

When he pulls back a second time, I whimper, but the sound dies off as he gently pulls me up and covers my mouth with his.

“If we don’t stop, then I’m going to come in your mouth.”

Breathless, I say, “I wouldn’t mind.”

“Next time.” With a quick peck to my lips, he grasps me and lays me down flat on the bed. Holding himself above me with one hand, he yanks my shorts down and off my legs, then tosses them aside. “Are you wet, Rosie?”

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