Page 142 of Breaking Rules

Bella sags over the counter. “It’s not fair.”

“I don’t want you to come yet.” I pick up the lube and spread it all over my shaft. “Touch yourself, baby,” I order.

With one hand pressed to the marble surface, she sneaks the other between her legs. Once she’s panting again, I ease the plug out almost completely, but then I push it back in. A shuddering moan slips out of her mouth. God, there’s nothing more satisfying than making her feel good. I repeat the motion several times, and when her legs are shaking and she’s practically crying out for relief, I finally pluck it out fully and toss it into the sink.

I squirt a generous amount of lube on my fingers then push one inside her. When I find little resistance, I slip in a second one and thrust slowly, ensuring she’s ready for me.

“Xander, it feels so good…”

My chest puffs with smugness in response to her breathy sounds.

“But I want your cock…”

With one hand on the small of her back, I rub my dick over her little ass. With calculated slowness, I withdraw my fingers and push the tip of my cock past that ring of muscle before pulling back out. When she whimpers at the loss, I do it again, over and over, until she’s trembling once more.

This time, I go a little deeper, and a soft cry leaves her mouth.

“You’re doing so good,” I tell her.

It takes all my willpower to hold back my orgasm. Her ass is so fucking tight, welcoming me in perfectly. Eventually, I’m fully seated, and I can’t resist letting out a loud groan of approval.

“Oh my God, I’m so full,” Bella moans, her breathing erratic.

Fingers digging into her hips, I slowly rock against her, taking my time stretching her wide and enjoying our closeness. “You love my cock inside your tight little ass.”

“Yes…” Her words are whispered, but her loud moans echo off the tile. “I love your cock in my pussy…in my mouth…in my ass… Please don’t stop. I’m so close…”

All her sounds combine with the steady stream of water hitting the tile, clouding my mind as I rail into her, taking her deeper and more roughly with each thrust. I wrap her hair around my hand and fist it, pulling her head back.

She releases a long, guttural groan.

Desperate to see her face, I hunch over her and wipe off a section of the mirror. Our eyes lock instantly, hers flooded with just as much desire as I feel.

“Harder, Xander, please,” she begs.

I grip her flesh hard enough to bruise and obey, fucking her harder. The satisfied smile on her lips tells me everything I need to know. She fucking loves this. When I slap her ass, she pulsates around my shaft, squeezing my dick like never before. Her legs tremble, and she grips the edge of the countertop, trying to steady herself.

“God, baby, you’re fucking perfect,” I praise her.

As I pound into her, I keep one hand in her hair and use the other to spank her. Every time I do, her back arches, and I admire how flexible my girl is. There are so many things I’ve yet to discover about her, all the ways she loves to be fucked.

I let go of her hair and wrap my hand around her throat from behind. Her ass contracts, strangling my cock with enough intensity to make my vision blur. I look down at where we’re connected, at my handprints on her fine ass, and it’s enough to send me into fucking oblivion.

“X-Xander, I’m gonna come. Oh, G-God, please make me come!” Bella cries out as her body spasms, her ass tight around my dick.

Her orgasm triggers my release, and I squeeze her throat, controlling her breathing.

“That’s my girl,” I growl. I come then, spilling myself inside her.

When I’ve finally emptied every drop, I gently ease out of her, pulling her with me until her back is flush with my chest. She breathes erratically, her mouth open. As we watch each other in the mirror, all I can think is that I love this woman. I’m so fucking in love with her, it hurts. I can’t imagine my life without her in it. She’s always on my mind.

Planning a trip? What will Bella think about it?

Hanging out with my friends? What if she joins me?

Talking to my parents about my future? Bella is a part of every sentence.

I want her with me twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. She’s the oxygen I’m in desperate need of.

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