Page 268 of Breaking the Rules

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Deeper.

As deep as I can manage.

He's big. Even with my hand, I can't cover him completely.

So I use my hand like an extension of my mouth.

Stroke him as I drag my mouth over him again and again.

One of his hands curls into my hair. It settles onto the back of my head.

Guiding.

I swallow to relax my throat.

He groans as I take him deeper.

Move faster.

Then he's tugging at my hair.

Pushing the back of my head.

Not guiding.

Pushing.

I…

I can't.

I pull back.

Force my lips together.

Force my voice to steady. "Softer."

He nods with hazy eyes.

But there's something in his gaze.

The magic disappears.

He's not lost in this. In me.

He's aware something is wrong.

That I'm…

Fuck.

I swallow hard.

I am doing this.

We're doing this.

"I don't like it rough." It's a reasonable enough explanation. And it's true. I was never into that. Even before… ahem.

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