Page 91 of Rule Breakers Fall Hardest

“Fuck.” The word rips out of me. Her bare pussy is pink and glistening. She’s fucking drenched. Like maybe she’s been turned on from the moment I did my impromptu striptease.

Desperate to taste her, I lower my head and take my time licking her.

She whimpers beneath me.

“Does that feel good, baby?” I kiss the inside of her thigh. “You want more?”

Her breathless little “yes” has my cock aching.

I suck at her clit, and when she rocks her hips into me, I can’t help but chuckle. Looping my arms around her legs, I hold her still. I’ve never understood why some guys don’t like going down on girls. There are few thingsin this world more satisfying than working a woman up with my tongue and my fingers and watching her squirm beneath me, begging for more.

With one hand, Rosie rakes her fingers through my hair and grasps it roughly. I pull my mouth away from her core, looking up her body at her. Her lids are heavy and she’s pulled her t-shirt up so she can palm her right breast.

Oh, fuck.

She’s so fucking hot.

How the hell could I have so stupidly thrown our friendship away? Why didn’t I try for something more with her?

When she loosens her hold on my hair, I shake my head. “Hold on to me, Rosie.”

She whimpers at my words and obeys.

This time, I add my fingers along with my tongue, and instantly, she gets even wetter. Her legs begin to shake, her core quivering along with them, signaling that her orgasm is approaching.

It’s sooner than I expected.

Much sooner, considering that a guy’s never made her come.

Deep down, I hope it’s because she was secretly always waiting for me.

I was always the man for her. I was just too fucking dumb to see it.

“Daire, I—ohmygod, I’m coming.”

I tease her through her climax, and once her shaking subsides, I move up her body until I find her lips. If she doesn’t like the taste of herself on my mouth, she doesn’t show it. She kisses me back, her arms wrapping around my torso.

My lips find the curve of her ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”

She opens her mouth, but before she can speak, I grab her and roll onto my back, taking her with me.

“Wha—”

“Hold on to the back of the couch,” I coax, fingers digging into her ass. “And ride my face.”

“Oh.” She looks down at me, her jaw unhinged.

I do my best not to laugh at her mildly horror-stricken expression. If I do, this will be coming to an end far too soon.

“I’m… won’t I be too heavy?”

“Rosie?” I squeeze her ass and look up at her, trying not to think about how her soaking wet pussy is pressing into the fabric of my boxes. “When a man tells you to ride his face, you ride his goddamn face, you hear me?”

She squeaks when I lift her up and put her right where I want her.

Too heavy? Her fucking mother.

There’s no doubt in my mind that I’ll be having a talk with that woman sooner rather than later. I hate that her mother, of all people, put those kinds of thoughts and feelings in her head.

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