Page 68 of Changing Rules

“More what? I need you to be a little bit more specific.”

“Your tongue, your fingers… Please, more…”

She moves her hips in time with my thrusts, her breathing becoming more ragged. My dick strains against its confines, leaking precum. Fuck, I love watching her on the brink of her orgasm. I always know when she’s close. Her sounds are louder, her eyes half closed, her body vibrating in anticipation.Perfection.

I work her over with more force, sucking and licking, lapping at her clit, keeping up the pace as I drive her to oblivion.

She cups her breast with one hand, the other still in my hair. “I’m so close.” Her moans mix with short groans. Fuck yes; she’s even closer.

Abruptly, I stop and back away.

“Xander!” she cries, panting. “I was almost there.”

“Think I don’t know that?” I angle in again and tenderly kiss her thigh.

“You…” Trembling, she braces herself on her elbows and glares at me. “Next time we have sex, you better believe I’ll be your own personal cockblock.”

She stands, kicking me as she scrambles to her feet, making me snort. Frustrated Isabella is something else.

Catching her elbow, I halt her in her tracks. “Where are you going?”

“Shower,” she hisses.

“Definitely not.” I spin her around and grind against her, showing her the extent of my arousal. “We need to take care of this.”

“We?” She cocks a brow, her eyes glimmering devilishly.

“Yeah, baby, we. You’re not leaving this room anytime soon. Understood?”

She keeps silent, her arms at her sides as I grind my dick over her leg again, seeking friction. Locking my eyes with hers, I wait for her to give in. I know she will. She’s just like me when it comes to sex.

I grab her ponytail and tug, causing her head to bob back.

She growls.

“Answer me, Bella.”

“Yes,” she whines as I roll my hips against hers.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I understand.” She tries to break free from my grip, her lips searching for mine. “Please…”

I release my hold on her hair and slam my mouth to hers, hungry and desperate. I’m always eager to taste her. Her warm tongue curves around mine, yearning for more, and finally, her hands are on my body, sliding along my biceps, tracing the tattoos she loves so much.

Without releasing my lips, she pushes my sweatpants and my briefs down then strokes my cock, her movements rough and fast. She smears precum over my head and down my shaft. No girl has ever fucked me the way she does. Before her, I was always the one to take initiative, but with her…with her, I want to be on my knees. I want to do whatever she wants.

I grunt, dying to put an end to this torture. With my hands on her hips, I lift her. Her legs loop around my waist naturally, bringing her warm center to exactly where I need it.

In one move, I drive my entire length inside her and close my eyes. The feeling of her warm pussy around me is divine.

“You’re perfect, baby.”

I nibble on her bottom lip, dragging my teeth over it. With the lightest pressure, she explores my skin, but it’s not enough. I need more. She’s my oxygen.

When she digs her nails in and drags them along my skin, my vision blurs, and my mind clouds with desire for her. Always only her. The room spins, and my blood goes molten, hot and ready to explode any fucking minute.

“Goddammit, baby,” I growl. “You feel so fucking good.”

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