Page 16 of His Rules

As soon as he pressed the tip of his cock against my wetness, I willed myself not to tense. The flash of electricity soaring through me was reassuring. As he slowly slipped his cockhead past my swollen folds, nothing on this earth could have kept me from moaning. I no longer recognized my own voice or my naughty actions as I wiggled and arched my back.

His cock was massive and stretched my muscles. The feeling as they clamped around his shaft sucked my breath away. He had a way of making me feel as if I was floating on air, watching the sinful action as it unfolded.

When he thrust the remainder of his cock inside, I was momentarily thrown by the sensations and a strange wave of emotions I hadn’t expected. I’d never been prone to excitement from the thought of sex or anything intimate, but I could easily get used to this delicious sin and the man himself.

I bit my lip as my pussy muscles throbbed, concentrating on the sound of his growls and heavy breathing.

Surprise hit me as he walked us back by a few feet and I had no idea what he was doing. When he sat down in the hotel room chair, dragging me with him, the angle shifted. I felt even fullerthan before, gasping for air as the tingles turned into vibrations humming all throughout my body.

My muscles continued to stretch as his cock throbbed. He was filling me completely. I wiggled on his lap. The feeling of my butt nestled against his thighs spurred the bad girl inside of me.

As he started working me up and down, I rubbed my fingertips on the sides of his legs. There wasn’t a single ounce of fat on him, his perfection almost glaring.

“You’re so damn tight,” he grunted out.

“More. Harder.”

“Are you certain you can take it?”

“Uh-huh. Just fuck me.” I honestly had never wanted anything so much in my life. He took my request to heart, pumping me up and down with so much force I was breathless. I started bucking hard against him. Suddenly, I felt the palm of his warm hand as he rolled it around my waist and between my legs.

“Still so wet for me,” he whispered, his actions becoming even more savage. He rolled his finger around my clit, tempting my body to orgasm again. “Come again for me.”

I dug my nails into his legs, realizing I’d marked him in several locations. With a smile on my face, I rocked against him, floored when he pressed his thumb forcefully against my clit. It was so sensitive, a moan shot from my mouth.

Stars were right there, floating in front of my eyes as he drove me into another even more incredible climax. I could feel my pussy milking his cock, pulling him in even deeper if that was possible. I was consumed by the wild heat we shared, the feeling of floating on air.

My body shook as the orgasm rocked through me. Nothing had ever felt this good. No man. No massage. No warm bath. Nothing. I was in shock as he used his strong muscles, rising from the chair so he had more momentum in fucking me.

With every muscle jarred, wave after wave of electricity tearing through me, I could barely breathe any longer. The hard, hot pleasure continued, the primal moment forcing trickles of perspiration down one side of my face.

The tickling sensations were mild, yet added to the crazed moment.

I sensed he was ready to come, his touch rougher and his muscles twitching from trying to hold back. His growls filled the room and I closed my eyes, smiling from the sheer joy washing through me.

He erupted deep inside, filing me with his seed, the sizzling rush matching my heavy breathing.

“I could do that all day, sexy princess.” He rolled my hair aside, stretching his neck so he was able to press kisses on the base of mine.

I shivered from the tender moment. It was almost too close to kissing. When I started to climb off his lap, he pulled me down with a solid thud.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“How could anything be wrong? I’m just not done with you yet.”

Another blush swept up my cheeks and while I resisted saying it, I was glad he felt that way.

Maybe too glad.

A warm and fuzzy feeling floated through my system even as I tried to open my eyes. The light streaming in through the window indicated late morning was approaching. I had nowhere to be until later for the interview so I could take my time luxuriating in a long, hot shower.

With my dad not arriving back home for another day, I would have the evening to myself. Maybe my mystery man would reappear.

No, I doubted it. He hadn’t struck me as the kind of man who wanted to engage in a repeat of anything.

I rolled over, hoping to see Sebastian still resting on the other side of the bed. It was empty. I rolled my hand across the bottom sheet, hating the coolness clinging to my fingers. The sheets shifted against my bottom and I was reminded of the light spanking. There was no remaining ache, but I was still tingling everywhere, my pussy throbbing.

He’d left sometime before dawn. I’d sensed him leaving, but sweet exhaustion had prevented me from opening my eyes or whispering a single word. The night had been perfect, so much so that images of his rugged face had remained in my mind even during the limited few hours of sleep.

---