Page 115 of Breaking Rules

“I know it’s not okay, and I swear I wasn’t going to hide it from you. I was waiting for the right moment.”

Xander carefully turns around and presses me to his chest, holding me tenderly. We stand like that, his fingers threading through my hair as his heartbeat slows. “I hate Miller for everything he did to you. I want to hit him until he fucking bleeds.”

“It’s over now. I don’t want you to risk your spot on the team for this. He’s not worth it,” I tell him. “Just be there for me, okay? It’s enough.”

“Always.” His gaze falls to my mouth, and he pounces.

Feral, he devours me, all lips and tongue and teeth. When he breaks the connection, he turns me and pushes me gently toward the couch. He guides my elbows to the back cushions and presses down on my spine, encouraging me to arch my back to give him the best view of my wet pussy. There’s a rustle of clothing, the tearing of a foil packet. Then, he’s behind me, his sheathed cock pressed to my entrance.

“How do you want me to fuck you?”

“Hard,” I whisper.

“Want to be my fuck toy tonight?”

“Yes.” I rotate my hips, desperate to feel him deep inside me.

He trails his palm over my ass and then digs his fingers into my flesh. “So impatient… Don’t you worry, baby. I’ll do anything for my little slut.” With that, he drives his full length inside my pussy in one stroke.

“Oh, God, yes!” I moan, shutting my eyes.

Xander fists my hair, pulling my head back. A light prickle at my roots travels all the way down to my lower abdomen, making my clit pulse with anticipation. His other hand is planted on my ass, his fingers kneading my skin. He fucks me slow and steady at first, and I don’t mind it one bit. I’m still a little high from my previous orgasm, and I don’t want to come too fast.

“You’re soaked,” he growls. “Fuck, your cunt feels incredible.”

“Harder,” I tell him.

He puts his leg on the couch and tugs my head back, and I see stars. His dick is so deep, hitting that little spot inside me with a precise roughness. My moans, the slap of skin on skin, the sloppy sounds of my pussy, and his groans are all I hear.

“Harder,” I chant, and Xander happily obeys.

“Touch yourself, Bella,” he orders, out of breath.

I sneak my hand between my legs and rub the sensitive bundle of nerves there. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my lips part. Then, I come so hard my whole consciousness becomes fuzzy. It’s like I’m not in this room anymore.

“Yes, yes, yes…” I cry out, my insides spasming. “Xander, I’m coming…”

He thrusts into me over and over, prolonging my orgasm until I’m ready to pass out. Then, with a guttural groan, Xander comes too.

He slips free of me before he helps me to stand. When he turns me around, we’re both panting and covered in sweat. A devilish smirk prods his lips, and I smile back as he cups my face with his palms and presses his forehead to mine.

“I don’t want this night to end yet,” I confess.

“Me neither,” Xander whispers. “Though my dick needs a little break.”

I chuckle. “A little break won’t hurt. I want to take a shower.”

“Shower sounds great.” He slides his hands down my waist and lifts me, making me wrap my legs around his hips. “How about I join you?”

“I’ll never say no to that.”

CHAPTER36

STACEY

XANDER

November

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