Page 111 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
She squeals in surprise, but she doesn’t shy away. Instead, she pushes her ass toward me, silently asking for more.
“Dirty girl,” I muse before wrapping my hand around my dick and guiding it toward her.
Precum leaks from just the thought of pushing inside her again.
“Kodie,” she moans, glancing back at me over her shoulder.
My heart slams against my ribs the second I look into her eyes.
It’s too much.
Everything is too fucking much.
Reaching out, I wrap her long, wavy hair around my fist and shove her face into the pillow, stopping her from looking at me as I push just the head inside her.
My eyes slam closed as pleasure surges through me.
I’m barely even inside her, and yet, I swear it’s better than anything I’ve ever experienced before.
“Kodie,” she begs.
Fuck. I can’t take hearing that.
Thrusting my hips forward, I fill her in one quick move, making her cry out, her body jumping up the bed with my power.
I tighten my grip on her hair, my other hand wrapping around her hip as I pull out.
“Oh my god,” she whimpers, her pussy rippling around me.
The sensation is insane, and I grit my teeth, attempting to control my body. I’ve already blown too fast once.
This is going to be the last time we’re together, and I don’t want her to look back and laugh.
Squeezing my eyes closed, I thrust back inside her before setting a punishing pace.
I don’t know which one of us I’m torturing. Her because she’s so goddamn perfect that I can’t help wanting to keep her, or mefor being so weak, for breaking the rules, for being selfish and taking what I want without worrying about the consequences.
Whatever it is, I take it out on her body—and she loves every single moment of it.
As the bed slams against the wall, she cries out, begs, and whimpers, taking everything I give her.
When she comes, it takes every ounce of my self-control not to fall over the edge with her.
I tell myself that I need to give her two. Or three, if you count the previous one.
I want her to walk out of this hotel room satisfied, and hopefully with some good memories.
My chest aches at just the thought of what I’m going to have to do once this is over.
It can’t happen again.
I can’t risk my career, my life.
As much as it might hurt, I’m going to have to turn my back on her and find a way to put her behind me.
Easier said than done when it seems that the Vipers literally flow through her veins. Just like her father.
My coach.
