Page 28 of Break My Rules

He lifts his head, stilling his motions as I gasp and writhe. “You’ll follow the plan next time?” Saint demands, watching me.

I make a noise of frustration. “Not fair” I exclaim through my haze. “I thought we agreed… No using sex as a—ohhh!” My complaint is lost in a moan as he flexes his fingers inside me, making my body arch. “—Weapon,” I finish, breathless.

“But it’s more fun than a fight,” Saint counters, smirking, and I have to laugh, even though I hate him a little right now. “Do we have an agreement?” he presses, flexing them again. Beckoning, rubbing my inner walls just right.

I moan, so close to release. So fucking close. “Yes,” I surrender, clenching helplessly around his fingers. “Fuck, yes, whatever you want, just let me come.Please…”

He sounds a low chuckle, “So soon? But you look so pretty like this, begging for me.”

“Saint…” My voice is hoarse and desperate now.

His gaze is steady. Stubborn. Proving a point. “Oh, baby, I could do this all night.”

But I won’t.

In a breathless shift, I sit up, grabbing Saint and pulling him down to the mattress, rolling us in one swift movement until I’m straddling him, pinning him to the bed now. He laughs in surprise, and I muffle him with a kiss, greedily tasting his mouth as I unsnap his belt and yank his pants and briefs down. “You had your fun, teasing me…” I scold him playfully, as I free his cock. I wrap my hand around the thick length, fisting it slowly. Making him groan. “Now it’s time for me to take whatIwant.”

“Go right ahead,” Saint sinks back into the pillows. He stares up at me, voice thick with lust. Cock straining in my hands. “Fuck, Tessa, take it all.”

So I do.

Straddling his lap, I rise, positioning his thick head against my aching core. Then I sink down on him, taking him deep,fuck, taking him all the way to the hilt.

Oh God.

My head falls back with the pleasure of it, every inch of him stretching me open, rubbing with a delicious friction. I moan from deep in my chest, and Saint answers with a fevered curse.

“Fuck, Tessa.Fuck.”

His hands come to my hips, gripping so tightly, I know they’ll leave marks, but I don’t care. Nothing matters right now except the heat glittering in my bloodstream, and the pleasure clenching hard as I rise up, and grind down on him again, fuck, feeling that thickness, chasing the rush.

“That’s right, ride me.” Saint growls, splayed there beneath me. He moves my hips, finding my pace. “Ride my cock, baby. Let me feel that pussy clench.”

I moan, moving faster now, panting as I start to bounce. Everything I need, fuck, it’s right here, each stoke of his cock, every perfect grind of his hips. I’m unleashed, using his body shamelessly as I chase the ultimate high. “Saint…” It’s closer now, fuck, my climax rising like a tidal wave. I throw my head back, gasping, so fucking close…

“Touch yourself,” Saint demands, thrusting his hips up to meet my pace. His eyes are lust-filled, his jaw clenched with desperate self-control. “Show me how you like it, darling. Rub that clit while you ride my cock.”

Oh God. I slip a hand to where our bodies join, finding my swollen bud and rubbing it as I grind. Pleasure sparks through me, inside and out, the sweetness curling low in the base of my spine. “Yes,” I cry, feeling my whole body start to shudder. “Oh, god,yes!”

Saint sounds a desperate roar, rearing up, his mouth finding my breasts to nip and lick, the added sensation driving me wild. He closes his mouth around my nipple, and sucks, so hard, I let out a scream, clenching my core as the sensation shatters through me.

I come apart with a howl, my whole body convulsing there as he pins me to his cock, thrusting up into me over and over as I climax in his arms. “Fuck, yes, choke my cock,” he groans, his eyes rolling back, “I can feel you, baby, don’t stop. Milk me out!”

A fresh wave of pleasure shatters through me, and I scream, but Saint doesn’t stop. He bounces me harder on his cock, the friction driving me crazy until I’m sobbing, out of my mind. “Fuck—” I hear Saint’s desperate roar, as he flips us over, and fucks me deep into the mattress, embedding himself deep inside and bearing down, coming in a hot rush that makes me moan. He shudders into me, ragged, face buried in the pillows, until finally his body goes limp, and he collapses in my arms.

I lay there, mindless, until slowly, I begin to think in complete sentences again. “You know you didn’t have to bargain like that,” I murmur, gently stroking Saint’s sweaty back.

He lifts his head, face slack with pleasure. “What?”

“I trust you. I’ll be better about working together next time.”

He smiles, catching his breath. “But still, it was fun, making you beg.”

I laugh. “Maybe. Just a little,” I admit, curling closer.

“And you were such a good, obedient girl for me…” Saint’s voice drops, husky. “I think you earned a reward.”

I yelp in surprise as he pulls me up, taking hold of my hips, and settling me directly over his face. “Saint, wait, I only just came—”

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