Page 98 of The Rules
Every muscle in his body tensed, restraint snapping like a live wire. With a rough exhale, his hands clamped onto her ass, dragging her flush against him as if letting go of everything he'd been holding back.
He lifted her just enough—then eased her down onto him, the pressure thick, steady, maddening.
Inch by inch, until there was no space left between them.
No logic. No plan.
Katherine sank onto him, gasping as he stretched her open—too much, too good, too fucking deep. Her body trembled, adjusting to his size, to the overwhelming fullness that made her head spin and her thighs quiver.
I'm not surviving this,she thought, her inner walls clenching around him as pleasure rippled through her in waves.
Katherine found her rhythm, rising and falling on Ben's cock with a primal certainty that shocked her. This wasn't just sex—it was punishment and prayer, salvation and damnation all at once. Her body knew exactly what to do, how to move, how to take him deeper with each downward thrust, her inner walls clenching around him as if determined to keep him there, to draw him impossibly deeper.
His hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, his fingers pressing into her flesh hard enough to leave marks.
She welcomed the pressure, craved it even, as she rolled her hips in a way that made him groan beneath her. The sound vibrated through her core, a dark reward that made her pulse quicken and her clit throb with need.
Her head tipped back, blonde hair spilling down her spine like liquid gold in the dim light.The sensation of him filling her completely, stretching her, grounding her in the heat of him, was overwhelming. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure racing through her body, building and building until she could barely breathe. Her thighs trembled with exertion, with pleasure sosharp it blurred into something primal, wet arousal clinging to him as she moved on his length.
He groaned against her flesh, the vibration traveling through her like electricity. The dual sensation—his cock stretching her open while his teeth claimed her skin—made her inner muscles flutter and contract, a silent plea for more, for everything he could give her.
"You feel so fucking good—fuck, Blondie—don't stop—don't—" His voice was wrecked, low, broken with pleasure.
Katherine's nails raked down his chest, leaving thin red lines across his skin like crimson trails marking her territory.
She clenched deliberately around him, inner muscles squeezing his length with exquisite precision, and felt him jerk inside her in response—a primal, involuntary twitch that sent a bolt of satisfaction straight to her core.
She rode him harder then. Faster. Deeper. Taking him to the hilt with each downward thrust, feeling the delicious stretch as he filled her completely. Her body slick with sweat, droplets sliding between her breasts and down the curve of her spine.
Her breath came in sharp, desperate pants, each exhale carrying a soft, broken sound that she couldn't contain. The pressure built relentlessly at her center, coiling tighter with every roll of her hips. She was unraveling, coming apart at the seams, her thighs trembling with exertion and need, her clit throbbing where it occasionally brushed against him.
Ben thrust up to meet her, matching her pace, his control finally, completely shattered. His hands were everywhere, gripping, squeezing, bruising in their intensity. His mouth traveled across her collarbone, her throat, her breasts—hungry, desperate.
His voice became a constant stream against her skin—filthy promises and reverent praise tumbling from his lips in a hoarse whisper. "So fucking perfect—take it all—Christ, you're going to make me—"
Katherine felt it building inside her—a crescendo of sensation that threatened to tear her apart. Every nerve endingsparked with electricity, every muscle tightened in anticipation. Ben's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she rode him with desperate abandon. Her thighs trembled with exertion, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps.
And then it hit her—a wave of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. A moan ripped from her lungs, her entire body convulsing around him. Tight. Desperate. Shattering. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically, milking him as she shuddered through her release. The world narrowed to nothing but this—this moment, this man, this overwhelming sensation that consumed her completely.
Through the haze of her own pleasure, she heard Ben curse—loud, raw, wrecked. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, pulling her down hard as he thrust up once—twice—
"Fuck, Blondie—" he groaned, the words torn from somewhere deep inside him.
And then he followed her over the edge. She felt the hot pulse of his release inside her, filling her with heat. His powerful body trembled beneath her, muscles tensing and releasing as he surrendered completely. A low growl rumbled from his chest, muffled against her neck where he'd buried his face.
He held her. Tight. Possessive. Like he didn't want to let her go. His arms wrapped around her waist, keeping her pressed against him as they both struggled to catch their breath. Katherine could feel his heartbeat thundering against her chest, matching the frantic rhythm of her own.
They didn't move. Not for a long time. She rested her cheek on his shoulder, inhaling the scent of him—expensive cologne mingled with sweat and sex. His fingers traced lazy patterns along her spine, gentle now where they had been demanding before.
In this quiet aftermath, with their bodies still joined and their breathing slowly returning to normal, Katherine felt strangely peaceful. The fear that had driven her here, the anxiety that had clawed at her throat—it was all temporarily forgotten, washed away by the tide of pleasure they'd created together.
She pressed a kiss to his throat, feeling his pulse jump beneath her lips. A soft smile curved her mouth against his skin.
She'd never felt so... open. So honest. Safe. The walls she maintained—between Kath and Blondie, between professional and personal—had momentarily dissolved, leaving her raw and vulnerable in the most exquisite way. For once, she wasn't calculating her next move or maintaining a persona. She was simply present, existing in this perfect moment of connection.
A smile curved her lips, soft and genuine. She felt a little wrecked, a little giddy—like she'd been broken apart and put back together in a way that made more sense.
She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, a quiet, playful gesture as her breath tickled his skin. "Sinfully good," she murmured so softly it barely registered—more exhale than words, tucked into the space between pulse and skin.
