Page 95 of Breaking the Rules

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I keep pushing her. "Your brother seems like a generous guy."

"Oh my God, Hunter!"

I can't help but chuckle. "Just need a yes."

"Yes, I'm sure my brother insists on his girlfriend coming first. Did you really need my opinion on that?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Your reaction is priceless."

She shakes her head. "I can do the same thing to you."

"Try me."

She presses her lips together, racking her brain. "Are you generous?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"Is it a love of watching women come? Is it obligation? Is it your affection for your one-night stands?"

I stare into her eyes, trying to figure out her intentions.

Instead, my thoughts shift to her.

To us.

To her slipping that black dress off her hips. Tossing aside her lacy bra. Sliding to her knees. Running her red lips over my cock.

Her on her back, her legs spread, her cunt pulsing against my lips.

Fuck, I bet she tastes good.

I want to know.

I want to watch her writhe under me.

To hear her groan through her orgasm.

"Hunter? Hello?" she asks.

"Yeah?"

"Are you there?"

"No. Thinking about making women come."

Her blush goes all the way to her chest. "Oh."

"What was the fucking question?"

"Why do you do it?"

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