Page 343 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
“Oh god, please. Please,” she cries as I drag myself through her folds, coating myself in her juices. “Kodie, now. Please.”
Shuffling forward a little, I press against her entrance.
Her hands grip my forearms as I hold her hips, her nails digging in hard enough that I know I’ll be left with little crescent indents later. Bring it on. I’ll proudly wear any mark that Casey wants to give me.
She whimpers as I push inside her. The sweet sound combined with the feel of her wet heat sucking me in is too much.
My hips punch forward, desperate to be as connected to her as possible.
She cries out as I still, fully seated inside her.
“Fuuuck,” I groan as her walls ripple around me. “Baby, you feel so fucking good.”
“Move, please. Fuck me, Kodie. I need you.”
With my hands planted on either side of her head, and my eyes locked on hers, I give her exactly what she’s demanding.
I set a punishing pace, which I’m sure has my entire truck rocking with the force.
Casey whimpers, mewls, and cries out my name.
It is fucking everything.
Gritting my teeth, I force myself to hold back. I’m there. I’m right on the fucking edge. But I can’t come. Not before she does.
“Touch yourself. Show me how you tease that pretty little clit when I’m on the road.”
Without hesitation, her hand snakes down her stomach before two fingers begin to rub hurried circles on her swollen bundle of nerves.
“I need you to come, baby. I’m there. I’m right fucking there.”
“Yes, yes. I am. Fuck, Kodie. Fuck.”
Her pussy clamps down on me so fucking tight as she falls into her orgasm that I don’t stand a chance of holding back any longer.
I throw myself off the cliff with her, freefalling, but confident that we’ll land together.
“Fucking hell,” I groan, dropping over her body and tucking my face into the crook of her neck, breathing in the sweet scent I’m so obsessed with.
“Yeah,” she muses.
It takes me a few seconds before I find the strength to roll off her, not wanting to crush her small body into the bed of my truck.
Tugging my sweats up, I reach for one of the blankets to cover us. It’s not cold out here, but there’s a chill in the air, and the last thing I want is for her to be cold.
“This is nice,” she says, snuggling into me.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You did good for your first date. I hate to say it, but you’ve set the bar pretty high.”
I groan lightly. “I didn’t think about it like that. I guess I shouldn’t tell you about the champagne, strawberries, and melted chocolate I’ve got in the basket then.”
“Umm…no. You can always tell me about those.”
Kissing the tip of her nose, I reach for the picnic basket Sutton helped me prepare.
“Whoa, there’s a lot more in here than you just suggested,” she teases.
