Page 267 of Breaking the Rules

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He looks down at me with reverence.

Hunter shudders as my lips brush his stomach.

I drag them lower.

Lower.

There.

My lips brush his tip.

He tastes good. Like soap and like Hunter.

I stare up at him as I take him into my mouth.

Fuck, it's been a long time since I've done this.

I'm rusty.

Awkward.

But technique isn't what I need.

I need to study his reactions.

To figurehimout.

And figure me out too.

I take my time tasting every inch of him.

Then testing different speeds.

Different strokes.

Swirls of my tongue.

The top of his tip.

The bottom.

"Fuck, Em."

God, the way he says my name is perfect.

That's what I need.

Us connecting.

Nothing in the way.

I wrap my hand around his cock.

Then I bring my mouth to his tip.

Toy with him until his groan is bouncing around the room.

Then I take him deeper.

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