Page 64 of His Rules

If I had to choose whether I could fuck her or task her with important company needs, there was no way I could make the choice.

I was a glutton after all. I wanted my cake and then some.

She acted as if she was going to throw herself off the bed, daring to try to escape. That just wasn’t going to happen. I yanked her by the ankle, immediately lifting and tossing her onto the bed on her hands and knees.

I’ll be damned if the feisty vixen didn’t try it again.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” I grabbed the folded belt with one hand and fisted her hair with the other. Trying to hold her in place could be a losing battle. She was wild, clawing at the bedding as she undulated her body.

And that just made me want her all that much more.

Every inch.

Every breath.

Every hole.

I brought the belt across her bottom not once but three times. That seemed to knock the fight out of her, a single moan erupting from that luscious mouth of hers. But she was a fighter. That had been evident from day one when standing in my office.

That had attracted me to her mentally. The rest had been all about seeing her in that bar. And I just couldn’t get enough. I’d never considered myself insatiable, but there was a first time for everything.

“You did not,” she whined.

Another challenge.

I did so love them when coming from her.

With that in mind, I gave her four more. Her moans turned into vicious snarls and my cock was now painful, it was so damn hard. If I wasn’t able to drive my dick inside of her, I’d fucking lose my mind. The spanking I’d given her before had been well deserved. Cracking my belt across her lush, rounded bottom was nothing but sheer pleasure.

But my patience was waning dramatically.

I issued two more, her eyes burning with pain and lust, and couldn’t tolerate waiting any longer.

She knew the instant I was finished, huffing just as I tossed the belt to the side. As soon as I let go of her hair, she fell onto the comforter, her breathing as labored as mine. The electricity we shared was off the charts. I pulled off her heels, tossing them aside as I’d done with every other piece of clothing.

Unwanted.

Unneeded.

Maybe I’d require her to work naked. The thought was damn hot.

Using my knee, I nudged her legs wide open, taking my time to enjoy her beauty while I rolled my fingertips down her spine. She shivered with every touch, pursing her lips as her long eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks.

Given I wasn’t a romantic man, I’d almost never taken the time to enjoy the precursor to hard fucking. Not even with my ex. But this was different.

She was different.

And my needs had changed.

Kacey eased her arms over her head and after slowly lowering my body until mine covered hers, I returned my cock to her slickened pussy and rolled my hands on top of hers.

Her moans sent sparks all throughout my body. I pumped as she wiggled underneath me, her movements just as enticing as the whole package. I kept my movements nice and slow, doing my best to keep control even as her pussy muscles clenched around me.

We moved together, the friction becoming combustible.

But I had other thoughts in mind, filthy ones that needed to be expressed. I needed to control every inch of her and would before the week ended.

With a dirty smile on my face, I pulled out, gripping her hips almost immediately.

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