Page 92 of Breaking Rules

We left the theater separately,and we didn’t make the ten-minute walk to where I parked the car together. I’ve been waiting here for a solid five, and Bella is nowhere to be seen.

I’m considering going back to find her when she rounds the corner. Her plaid skirt swishes with each step, her loose strands of hair floating around her. Her leather jacket is zipped up, and when a gust of cold wind envelops her, she crosses her arms over her chest.

Bella stops in front of me, a gentle smile lifting the corners of her mouth. “Sorry.”

“I was about to head out on a rescue mission.”

“You have zero patience.”

“Not true.” I grip her hips and pull her to me. “I have zero patience when it comes toyou.”

Head tilted back, she sighs. “That makes me feel special.”

“Because you are.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “Did you like the movie?”

Bella nods.

“Did you like coming all over my fingers while watching it?”

This time, her cheeks go pink, but she nods right away.

I take her mouth in another hard kiss. Fuck, she’s like a dose of something vital. She’s a need, and I’ve never been more desperate than I am with her.

“Get in the car,” I whisper against her lips.

Eyes burning into mine, she opens the door and climbs into the backseat. I squeeze in behind her and lock the doors. Though I’m eager to touch her, I sit still, keeping my hands to myself, waiting for her to tell me what she wants.

Slowly, Bella palms my groin, tracing the outline of my dick through my jeans. We work in tandem to lower my pants and my briefs to my knees.

When she grips my shaft and strokes it, excitement builds inside me; just the thought of fucking her in my car has me worried I’ll blow my load early.

She shimmies along the seat and takes my cock into her mouth, her tongue curling around the crown. From root to tip, she licks me, teasing the hell out of me, taking her time, as if she’s savoring each moment.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good,” I whisper.

With my balls cupped in one hand, she tugs, and as she grazes her teeth up my shaft she clenches the base of my cock and jerks me. Hissing, I fist her hair and throw my head back.

A moan escapes her lips as I tug on her ponytail, and then she doubles down. She deepthroats me, gagging as she does. Then she does it again. She increases her pace, taking me like a champ.

“Bella, you’re fucking…a-amazing…” My release looms, but before it can wash over me, she slows her movements. “Please,” I beg her.

Straightening, she strokes me lightly and leans in, tangling her tongue with mine. When she squeezes my cock, I groan against her lips, sucking her bottom lip inside my mouth and biting hard.

She’s going to be the death of me.

With one last flick of her tongue in my mouth, she drops and takes my dick as deep as it’ll go. She gags, but that doesn’t slow her down. No, she fucking loves it. Her moans and hitched breaths are louder than any sound I make.

“Babe…I’m gonna come,” I groan. “Let me come, please.”

She squeezes my balls and grazes her teeth over the sensitive tip of my cock, twisting her wrist and pumping my shaft. That’s all it takes for stars to dance in my vision, for me to unleash inside her mouth.

She swallows it down, prolonging my release and milking me until I’m fucking empty.

“Wow,” I exhale as she pulls back. “That was the best blow job I’ve ever had. You are fucking perfection.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” she murmurs, her lips curved up in a devilish smirk.

“Enjoyed myself?” I pull her onto my lap, making her straddle my legs. “You sent me over the fucking edge; I can’t think straight. Fuck, baby, you are magic.”

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