Page 222 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
The smirk playing on his lips is everything. My every fantasy come to life.
I wish it were possible to freeze time so I could really appreciate the look of adoration and desire on his face right now. So I could savor the way his attention and touch make me feel.
I already know that no amount of time I’m lucky enough tospend with Kodie is going to be enough. I want to make the most of every second I have with him.
His hands slide from my knees down my inner thighs until he presses, spreading me open for him.
His heated gaze locks onto my bare pussy, and I mentally give myself a high five for finding that spa.
Totally worth all the phone calls and the high price tag it came with.
Dropping to his stomach, he watches as he drags two fingers through my folds before notching them inside me.
I moan, words of encouragement stuck beneath the lump of emotion that’s crawled up my throat as I watch him gaze at me with such reverence and awe.
This can’t be real. It just can’t.
Things this good don’t happen to me.
But then, he leans forward, and everything is forgotten because his tongue…
Kodie Rivers’ tongue is something that deserves to be worshiped.
The speed, the pressure, the way he circles it…it was designed to be licking my pussy, I swear.
“Kodie, fuck. Yes,” I scream, my fingers sinking in his hair as I try to pull him closer. It’s not possible, but fuck, I need it.
Pushing his fingers deeper, he curls them against my front wall as he sucks on my clit.
Shit. I am not going to last.
I may have gotten off every single time we’ve connected this week, most recently with the sound of his voice, but it’s not the same as having him here, having his tongue on my clit and his fingers inside me. The only thing better will be his dick.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, the vibration of his deep voice pushing me closer to the edge. “What are you thinking about that made you strangle my fingers like that?”
“Your dick. I want your dick inside me, just like you promised,” I gasp as he picks up speed, fucking mewith his fingers.
“You can have my dick,” he promises. “But not until you’ve come on my face, baby.”
“Oh god, please.”
He flattens his tongue against me and moans.
“Holy fuck, Kodie. Kodie. Fuck. Fuck,” I cry as my orgasm crests and I fucking fly.
Lights flash behind my eyes as I shatter into a million pieces.
He works me through it, ensuring I ride out every second of pleasure before he sits up and wipes his hand across his glistening mouth.
“So fucking hot,” he mutters as he shuffles forward.
My chest heaves, my heart races, and my muscles twitch from the power of that release, but I’m nowhere near done.
The sight of him with his dick in his hand ready to take me is enough to start the beginnings of a second orgasm.
The ink on his arm ripples—as do his abs— as he gets into position.
“Haven’t been able to stop thinking about this pussy,” he confesses as he presses the tip against my entrance.“About you.”
