Page 49 of Rules

“Make me forget, Max,” she pleads almost desperately.

Her lips brush against mine tentatively. A swipe of her mouth, so soft it almost feels surreal. Imaginary. But there is nothing imaginary about the girl sitting in my lap. My hands grip her hips, pulling her closer.

When she kisses me again, I don’t leave her hanging. My mouth connects with hers, returning her kiss.

She moans softly, her eyes falling closed. Her fingers dig into my scalp, angling my head as her tongue darts out and traces my lower lip, nudging for entrance. Entrance I give to her. The control she’s seeking.

I give it all to her.

Anything she wants is hers for the taking.

Brook’s tongue swipes into my mouth, mashing, dancing. I groan in approval, my hands sliding up and down her sides over her tank top, feeling the curve of her waist and hip.

One of her hands skims down my neck, over my chest until it reaches my stomach. Her fingers tracing the lines of my abs.

“I need more…” she breathes, breaking our kiss.

Her eyes are glassy, need and passion mixing with determination. She rolls her hips into mine, her head falling back as her heat meets my hardness.

It feels so good.

Having her in my arms.

Touching her skin.

It feels so good.

Soright.

I kiss the hollow of her shoulder, my tongue swiping over soft skin and tasting her. Tasting the honey and faint sheen of saltiness on her skin mixed with wildflower and the scent of rain in her hair.

Wild and intoxicating.

That’s what she is.

She keeps grinding against me, her lips devouring mine.

My hands dig underneath her shirt, touching her soft, pale skin. Finding her braless, I murmur in approval against her mouth, my hands sliding down her sides and up her front, cupping her small, perky tits, thumbs brushing against hard peaks.

Her teeth scrape my lower lip as she breaks the kiss, pulling away just enough to remove her shirt.

I let my eyes roam her naked chest, drinking in the ivory skin illuminated by the slight moonlight peeking through the window.

Her back is arched, little, pink buds begging for my attention. Leaning forward, I pull one nipple into my mouth, sucking lightly until I can feel Brook completely melt in my arms. Her fingers dig into my hair, grasping tightly as I nip the sensitive tip, tongue swirling, teeth nibbling.

“Max…” My name is a breathless sigh falling off her lips.

A chant.

A plea.

She pushes her chest more into my face, her hips pressing harder onto me, movement rougher, more frantic.

My dick is pulsing in tune with her grinds, begging to be set free.

“More…” she pants, and I murmur in agreement.

My hand slides down her spine, pushing against her lower back, helping her navigate the movement. I let her nipple pop out of my mouth, red and glistering from my assault.

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