Page 298 of Breaking the Rules
She grabs the condom laying on the bedside table. Presses it in my palm.
I rip it open and roll it over my cock.
She lies back. Pulls her skirt to her waist. Spreads her legs.
She stares up at me, her dark eyes filled with need. "Please."
My fingers curl into her thighs.
Slowly, I lower my body onto hers.
I pull her closer.
Closer.
There.
My cock strains against her.
She grunts as I fill her.
Her fingers curl into my back. Afuck, give me more.
Then something else.
She's digging hard enough to draw blood.
But it's not 'cause she's losing herself in ecstasy.
She's still.
I brush her hair behind her ear. Stare into her eyes.
She nods. "Please." The word falls off her lips again and again.
I pull back.
Untangle our bodies.
She shakes her head. "Please, Hunter." She blinks and a tear catches on her lashes. "I need this to be okay. Please."
"Em—"
She shakes her head. "We need to… This needs to… Please."
"You're crying."
"I just…"
"What's wrong, baby?"
"I… I…" She turns away from me. So I can't see her expression.
But I can still feel her fear.
She's terrified.
I think I know why.
