Page 341 of Breaking the Rules
Her fingers brush the desk. Her lips part with one of those sighs of contentment. "Hunter…" She looks down at me.
I look up at her. "Yeah?"
"I… That's perfect." She leans down to press her lips to mine.
I stand and wrap my arms around her.
She groans as I pick her up and bring her to the bed.
She falls onto her back.
I climb on top of her.
She wraps her legs around my waist.
Her hand goes to the back of my head. She pulls me closer.
Grinds against me.
Fuck, that feels good.
She's wearing almost nothing today.
This tiny tank top and shorts.
But it's still too much fabric.
These jeans are too thick.
I need all this gone.
I need nothing between us.
It's so tempting, fucking her bareback.
I want to feel all of her again.
To let that soft cunt envelop me.
But fuck knows there's no way I'll have enough control to pull out.
She breaks our kiss to pull my t-shirt over my head.
I roll her tank top up her chest.
She arches her back and unhooks her bra.
Her hands go to my shoulders.
She flips me over and climbs on top of me.
Her eyes bore into mine as she slides her bra off her shoulders.
My hands go to her chest. I palm her breasts. Bring my thumbs to her nipples.
She groans as I toy with her.
Fuck, she looks so beautiful with pleasure spreading over her expression.
