Page 297 of Breaking the Rules

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A sigh falls from her lips.

Her fingers curl into the sheets.

Her lids get heavy.

I can't take my eyes off her.

She's too fucking beautiful.

I bring my fingers to the spot where she needs me. Move harder. Harder. There—

"Hunter," she breathes.

I keep that same speed and pressure.

Touch her just how she needs me.

Her groans get louder.

Lower.

Her breath hitches.

Everything runs together.

It's beautiful fucking music.

A hell of a lot better than the slow jam filling the room.

A hell of a lot better than anything.

A few more flicks of my fingers and she's there.

Her cunt pulses.

My name falls off her lips.

I rub her through her orgasm.

Give her a second to catch her breath.

Then I bring her to the edge again.

Her groans are agony as much as they're ecstasy.

Then they're all ecstasy.

They're beautiful fucking ecstasy.

She comes quickly.

Screams my name like it's a curse.

Then she's fumbling over my zipper. Rubbing me over my boxers. Driving me out of my fucking mind.

She pushes my jeans off my hips.

I shimmy out of them.

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