Page 81 of Breaking Rules

I double my efforts, and she comes in minutes, hard and intense, her legs shaking. I don’t move. My cock is rock solid; even my balls are tight while I wait for her next command.

When she stands, her legs wobble. It takes effort not to steady her, but she hasn’t given me permission. Once she regains her bearings, she peers down at me. “Sit.”

I stand and slump into the chair she just came on, and when she straddles my lap, I bury my hand in her hair.

“Use me,” I beg, my words raspy.

Bella doesn’t say a word; she just watches me.

Hand at her nape now, I force her face down until our eyes are level. “Use me,” I whisper more urgently. “Take what you need from me and use me.”

I wait. I’ve never been a patient man, and already my patience is wearing thin. Just as I’m about to give up and make a move myself, she angles in and captures my lips with hers.

She presses her hands to my face, her lips desperate for mine. I tug on her hair, opening for her so she can explore my mouth with her tongue. She’s in control, deepening our kiss one moment and almost pulling away the next.

I groan in disapproval when she moves back again. Desperate for more, I lunge forward, but she pushes me back with a hand to my chest.

Her breathing is fast as she sits perched on my lap, eyebrows knitted together. “You told me to use you.” She clutches my hands and removes them from her hips, dropping them so they dangle at my sides. “No touching.”

“That’s not fucking fair.”

“No touching, Xander, or I’ll stop.”

Swallowing the instinct to take over, I nod. With a smirk, she pulls her tee over her head, and her round tits and puckered nipples are on display, making me salivate all over again.

Bella shimmies off my lap and picks up her shorts. When she drops them again, she’s holding a condom. She pulls my hard dick out of my sweatpants and sheaths my length; the whole time, I keep my teeth clenched tight, my hands balled into fists. Fully naked and with a naughty smile, she climbs onto my lap again. Her light peck on my lips is not nearly enough.

Hoisting herself up, she wraps her hand around me and slowly lowers herself. She shudders, and my eyes fall closed when she’s seated completely.Fuck.My skin feels like it’s on fire. My desire to touch her just might be the death of me. That, or the loss of my sanity.

As she works herself up and down, my mind goes hazy. She moves slow and steady, her breasts bouncing, making my urge to disobey grow. Her pebbled nipples are inches from my face, but I’m not allowed to touch them.Goddamn.

She’s gonna pay for this, and I know exactly how. It’ll still be all about her, but I will be the one in control.

“Such a good boy,” she praises. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair is messy, but her smile? Immaculate. “You want to touch me?”

I nod.

“Say it.” Her words are followed by a loud moan.

“I want to touch you.”

“Then beg for it.”

Never in my life could I have imagined myself begging someone, or crawling to them, but that was then…before her.

“Please, Bella. Please let me touch you. I want it so bad, baby.”

“Thank you for begging so nicely.” She slams her lips to mine.

I kiss her with the same passion, the fire inside me flaring hotter. Finally, I touch her, caressing her smooth skin, playing with her nipples. Her tongue battles mine, twirling and curling until she’s out of breath.

She lifts and drops herself down harder, arching back and resting her hands on my knees. Her moans and whimpers, the sloppy sounds of her pussy dripping down my cock, fill the space.

With a hand at her throat, I squeeze, and when the corners of her mouth tip up, I add a little more pressure. She’s altering my brain’s chemistry. This is all new, this wildness, her insatiable nature that pushes my limits.

And I’m fucking happy about it.

Her movements become more frantic, her pelvis grinding against mine as she chases her orgasm. “Oh my God!” she cries out, throwing her head back. “I’m so full…”

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