Page 378 of Breaking the Rules

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She squirms as I pull the soft fabric aside.

I lick her up and down.

Once, for me.

To savor the taste of her.

Then for her.

Again.

And again.

And again.

I lick her softly.

Then faster.

Harder.

Right.

Left.

Up.

Down.

Zigzags.

Circles.

Higher.

And higher.

And higher.

She gasps. "Fuck, Hunter." Her fingers dig into my hair. "Don't stop."

I focus on the spot where she needs me most.

Start soft.

Then get harder.

Harder.

There—

Her breath hitches in her throat.

Her back arches.

Her hips buck.

I keep my pace until she's at the edge.

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