Page 50 of Enforcing the Rules

“I didn’t tell you that to make you feel bad about it, Utah.”

“Then why’d you tell me?” There was an edge to my voice. Before I knew her intention, she shoved me against the wall, and her hands went to my belt. Her eyes held mine as she worked it free, unzipped me, and took out my rock hard cock.

She dropped to her knees and took me inside her mouth so quickly I barely was ready. I’d been hungry for her all day, the images of her laid out on my bed playing over and over in my head. Now my control was quickly crumbling as her hot mouth worked over me.

Her tongue stroked over me, eager and warm.

She stared at me, and I sank my fingers through her hair, fisting her locks, and controlling her like I had the woman in the alley. I got the feeling that was what she wanted. She wanted the bad boy biker who’d taken the woman fast and hard.

I’d give her whatever she wanted.

A vision from the previous night danced before my eyes. Her lifting her skirt and baring her naked, wet swollen folds to my gaze. Exposing herself for me. Offering herself.

This woman was a gift.

My jaw clenched, and I stared down at her kneeling before me, her eyes dark with hunger.

My grip tightened at the vivid visual playing through my mind, and she moaned around my dick. Her lashed fluttered, and a whimper vibrated up from her throat.

“I want control. I need it. But I want you to want this, too,” I rasped.

I twisted her hair around my hand, tugging her off me. She leaned her cheek into my palm, into my touch, telling me everything I needed to know. But still, I wanted the words.

“Tell me you want me. Tell me you want this, Kate.”

“I want what you gave that other woman. I want you to take me how you want. I want to give you pleasure.”

She was a dream. One I didn’t deserve. But one I would take for as long as she let me.

I pulled her to her feet and stripped her naked right there on the spot. I loved how she let me with no hesitation or coyness. She was beautiful.

I held her waist with one hand and stroked the other down her ribs and hip. I cupped her pussy. She stiffened but didn’t pull away. I cradled her pussy in my hand and ground the heel of my palm over her clit. She moaned, and her eyes slid closed.

I didn’t like that. I wanted those golden orbs on mine. She lifted them, and I saw a turbulence of emotions swirling within. I was no fool. I understood she struggled with this, with us. “You want me, but you’re ashamed to want me—the bad boy, the one who’d put a woman on her knees in an alley.”

“I always swore I’d never be stupid enough to fall for a man like my father, one who only thought of himself.”

“That’s not what I am. Don’t put a label on me. I’m much more complicated than that.”

I sank two fingers inside her, then swirled them slowly around her clit. “I’ll never hurt you, sweetheart. I’ll never take more than you want to give. You want it tender? I can be tender. You want it rough? I can be that, too. But I won’t ever intentionally hurt you. Whatever happens between us, wherever this goes, and I’m hoping it goes the distance, I’ll always be honest about what we have.” I swirled my fingers again, and her eyes slid to half-mast. “I don’t want you to be ashamed of how you feel about me, about us. That’s non-negotiable. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

I played with the entrance to her pussy, circling it, teasing it. I thrust two fingers inside her, deep, hard. A gasp escaped her throat.

“You’re so damn wet.”

“That feels so good.”

I eased my finger out, and her channel quivered and clasped at it, like it wanted me to stay. I plunged it back inside.

Another cry emerged.

“More, please,” she begged.

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