Page 109 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
Hearing my name rolling off her lips in nothing but a desperate plea isn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced before.
My cock jerks, already hard again for the next round.
But that won’t be happening until I’ve heard her screaming my name.
I didn’t realize how much I missed that our first time, but now I crave hearing it over and over again.
Shifting to her other thigh, I give that the same treatment, loving the way her entire body is trembling with anticipation.
“I thought you said you were going to eat my pussy,” she complains.
“Be a good girl and I might,” I taunt, kissing the patch of hairless skin right above her clit.
It’s the ultimate tease, and she groans in frustration.
“Please, Kodie. Please.”
“Fuck,” I breathe, my eyes locked on hers.
Silently, she dares me to take exactly what both of us need as her sweet scent fills my nose.
My mouth waters and my cock is painfully hard all over again.
Will it ever be enough with her?
I’m fucking terrified it won’t.
If tonight isn’t enough to get her out of my system, what happens next?
I shake my head, refusing to worry about what comes next when she’s lying right here like an offering.
“I don’t ever want you in Storm’s jersey again,” I demand like a possessive asshole before giving her what she wants.
“KODIE,” she cries, her hips jumping from the bed, but with one arm pressed across her hips, I hold her in place as I begin sucking on her clit. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“So fucking sweet,” I mutter against her.
Her fingers thread in my hair, and she attempts to drag me closer.
“More. Please,” she begs.
Lifting my hand, I find her slick entrance and push two fingers inside her.
She’s tight, and knowing just how fucking insane it’s going to feel pushing balls deep inside her makes my cock twitch impatiently.
“Oh my god,” she cries when I curl my fingers, gently grazing her G-spot as my teeth pinch her clit.
Continuing to pin her to the bed, I don’t let up until she’s moaning and coming all over my face.
Best fucking feeling ever.
I lick and suck until she’s limp and exhausted.
Her eyes are barely open as I pull my fingers from inside her and climb to my feet. But the second I push those digits into my mouth and suck them clean, they open again, desire sparkling.
Twisting around, I grab my wallet from the side and pull out some new condoms.
Did I purchase them with memories of Casey filling my head? Maybe.
