Page 342 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
“Please, Kodie,” she begs, arching her back to get us closer.
A smirk kicks up the corner of my lips.
“Here?”
“Yes. Right here.”
I drop my weight onto her, and she instantly wraps her leg around my back, pinning us together.
“I need you, please.”
“Anyone could see you out here, Trouble.” I mean, it is possible. We are in public woods, but I’m confident that the chances are slim to none.
“You won’t let them,” she gasps as I roll my hips, letting my erection graze her clit. “Oh god.”
“Too fucking right, I won’t let them. You’re mine, Casey. Mine.”
“Yes, yes,” she cries as I push up the fabric of her jersey, my hands splaying across her stomach before sliding up to cup her breasts. “More.”
“So fucking sexy when you beg, baby.”
She whimpers as I lean forward, sucking her pebbled nipple through the lace of her bra.
“Kodie, stop teasing me.” I smirk. I might be just as desperate for her, but I fucking love this. Hearing her pleas for more, feeling her body tremble with need...
“Love how hot for me you are.”
“Years of pent-up lust right here,” she laughs.
“Fuck, I hope it never runs out,” I groan as my fingers find the waistband of her jeans. “What did I say about skirts?”
“Just take them off,” she demands impatiently, lifting her ass to allow me to pullthe fabric down.
I chuckle, my cock weeping with need as I do as I’m told.
“Good boy.”
My eyes shoot to hers as shock rocks through me.
“Now, rip my panties off and put your dick inside me. I’m so fucking wet for you already, Rivers.”
My chin drops, but I can’t deny that her dominating tone does things to me.
I’ve always wanted to be the one in charge. It allows me the control I need. But with Casey, everything is different.
Of course, I love telling her what to do. But this…I can get on board with this as well.
“What are you waiting for?” she asks when I don’t move.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect.”
“Prove it.”
“Damn, controlling Casey is something else.”
Doing as she said, I twist my fingers in the sides of her panties and tug. The sound of ripping lace mingles with the rustling of the trees, and she gasps the second cool air rushes over her heated skin.
“So pretty,” I muse as I push my sweats over my ass, pulling my cock out.
