Page 342 of Breaking the Rules

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"Hunter." Her eyelids flutter together.

She rocks her hips to grind against me.

I should take my time warming her up.

But, fuck, if she keeps doing this, I'm gonna come in my jeans.

And that's fucking unacceptable.

I bring one hand to her back to pull her closer.

Then I kiss her hard.

My tongue dances with hers.

She groans against my lips as I toy with her.

Then her hands are digging into my hair. And she's pushing her shorts off her hips.

Flipping onto her back.

Pulling me on top of her.

I press my lips to her chest.

Kiss a line down her torso.

She groans as I pull her panties to her ankles.

I should tease her.

Torture her.

But I need to taste her.

I bring my lips to her cunt.

Lick her up and down.

Her hand knots in my hair.

My fingers dig into the flesh of her ass.

I pull her closer.

Bring my mouth to her clit.

Lick her exactly how she needs me.

"Fuck." Her hand tugs at my hair. "Hunter… Fuck."

Her groan fills the room.

She bucks against my lips.

I keep my pressure steady.

Move a little faster.

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