Page 22 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
He leans closer, and then closer still. At some point, I stop breathing, but everything kickstarts in a heartbeat when his lips gently brush the inside of my knee before he begins kissing a trail to where I crave him the most.
“Fuck,” I groan when his hot breath races over my sensitive skin.
His eyes hold mine as he swipes his tongue across my clit.
I gasp before biting my lips closed for fear that I’m going to cry out his name.
Do. Not. Ruin. This. Now.
Pride glitters in his eyes as he does it again and then begins to suck on my clit.
He’s good. So fucking good.
All of my dirtiest fantasies are coming to life, and I am fucking here for it.
He eats me like a man who hasn’t indulged in a decade.
With my fingers twisted in his curly hair, I hold him in place, desperate for him to keep going—not that I think he’s about to bail. He is fully invested.
“So fucking sweet,” he mumbles against me, the vibrations of his deep voice rolling through me and dragging my release that little bit closer.
My legs tremble around his head, and my back arches as he sucks on me.
But the second his fingers join the party, I almost lose it.
Not yet.
Please, not yet.
I force my eyes to remain open, fighting against their desperation to close so I can fully focus on the man who’s doing this to me.
I want to watch every moment so I can relive it over and over again once it’s nothing more than a memory.
“Oh fuck,” I cry as he pushes one digit inside me.
My muscles clamp down on his finger as I fight against my body’s need to crash.
Sucking in a deep breath, I try my hardest to hold off, to make this last as long as I possibly can.
It’s a little awkward with his mask still firmly in place, but its coolness feels so good against my heated skin. Although, not as good as the scruff that covers his jaw. The scratch of that on the soft skin of my thighs is next level.
“FUUUCK,” I gasp when he adds a second finger and curls them deep inside me.
He easily finds my G-spot and goes to town.
“Shit. Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna…”
I gulp down lungfuls of air as he builds me higher and higher.
All I can see is him as I teeter right on the edge of what I already know is going to be the most intense release of my life.
“Oh fuuuuuuuck,” I moan, unable to keep it inside as he finally pushes me over the edge.
Pleasure like I’ve never known races through my body, making every single one of my muscles tremble with the strength of it.
I swear, fireworks actually explode within me. I see the flashes behind my eyes. My eyes that I still refuse to close.
And if his constant eye contact with me tells me anything, it’s that he doesn’t want to miss anything either.
