Page 331 of Breaking the Rules

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So fucking good.

The moment washes over me.

The growling vocals pouring from the speakers.

The soft string lights.

The sigh falling from Hunter's lips.

He groans as I press my hands against his shoulders.

I start slow.

Shift my hips forward and backward.

A little.

Then more.

Then just enough he hits me where I need him.

Fuck.

My eyelids press together.

But that's no good.

I need to stay here, in this room, with him.

I force my eyes open.

Force my gaze to him.

"Fuck, Em." He bucks his hips, shifting deeper.

He's close.

I need that.

But I also need to come like this.

With him inside me.

I press one hand to his chest. "Watch me."

I bring the other to my clit.

I rock against him as I stroke myself.

The tension in my sex winds.

He hits me just right.

And the pressure of my fingertips—

Being in control of this, of when I come—

It's exactly what I need.

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