Page 18 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
The only thing I see is her.
She’s standing in the center, still in her green dress and, thankfully, still wearing her mask.
Fuck. We’re really doing this.
Swallowing down my apprehension, I remember who I am.
Or at least, who I used to be.
I come to a stop when there’s only a foot between us and just stare at her.
Neither of us says a word. We don’t need to. Our eyes and our bodies do all the talking for us.
One second, nothing is happening, and the next, I’m surging toward her, sinking one hand into her hair and clamping the other on her ass, pinning her tiny body against mine.
Her shriek of shock is swallowed the moment my lips connect with hers, and I kiss her just like I wanted to downstairs.
There is no soft and gentle. No easing in. We dive straight into exactly what we want.
It’s wild and it’s filthy. It’s everything she promised me.
Our masks collide, but neither of us makes a move to remove them, letting me know that she’s just as happy to stay anonymous as I am.
My heart races to the point I’m sure it’s trying to beat out of my chest, and my skin prickles with the need to feel her touch on every inch of me. But nothing compares to the state of my dick.
Fuck. I’ve heard the term “so hard it’s painful” many, many times in my life, but I’ve never felt it as wholly as I do now.
The pain is fucking real.
And something tells me that the second she touches me, I’m going to embarrass myself beyond belief.
I need to take the edge off.
The only person who’s touched my cock in…longer than I can remember is me.
Fuck, that is mortifying.
Tightening my fingers in her hair, I drag her back, severing our connection.
I blink twice in disbelief when there are a few inches between us.
How is she even more beautiful than she was downstairs?
Not willing to lose myself in my thoughts, I dive into action.
“Turn around,” I demand, and she follows orders without missing a beat.
I knew there was something right about this woman.
She stands confidently, her slender shoulders bare and the zipper of her dress taunting me.
Moving forward, my fingers clasp the tiny bit of metal resting between her shoulder blades as my lips press against her neck.
“Oh god,” she whimpers as I kiss a trail along her shoulder, slowly pulling the zipper down.
The moment I pass her hips, the dress plummets to the floor, leaving her beautifully naked beneath.
“Have you been walking around like this all night?” I ask,palming myself as I take in the delicate curve of her spine before it hits the fullness of her ass.
