Page 89 of Rules

My throat clogs from all the pent-up emotions I’m scared to even think about, much less name, but I don’t get a chance because her hands reach for me, wrapping around my neck and pulling me down. She nibbles on my lip, sucking it in her mouth, her little tongue darting over the flesh before she lets it pop out.

Moaning in protest, I lean down, taking her mouth. Lips devouring, teeth clashing, tongues tangling, I don't give a damn. I’ll take everything she has to give me and beg for more.

My hands get lost in those silky, dark strands as I conquer every inch of her mouth like a starving man. Her body arches off the mattress, grinding against mine until I can’t take it any longer. My hands slide down her body, fingers gripping her hips and pushing them back down as we break our kiss, both of us panting.

Brook’s eyes are closed, her cheeks red, and I can’t help but brush my hand over her heated flesh.

“Open your eyes,” I whisper, pressing my lips to her face. The corner of her mouth. Chin. Nose. Cheek.

Finally, her eyelids flutter open, heated emeralds looking at me through thick lashes.

“I want you to look at me,” I say, still kissing her. The underside of her chin. Down her neck, the hollow of her shoulder, her collarbone. “I want you to keep those pretty eyes of yours open.” My hands grip the edge of her shirt, slowly pulling it up and revealing all that creamy naked skin.Fuck, she’s not wearing a bra.I force myself to swallow down, pushing the words out: “I want you to see me and know who is making you feel all of this.”

I let my fingers slide up the sides of her body, barely brushing her tits, but she feels it. Oh, does she feel it. Her whole body shudders at the light touch, little pink nipples pricking up.

When she doesn’t give me an answer, I stop my hands from exploring more, nudging her for a response. “Understood?”

Hooded eyes look at me as she nods her agreement, the eagerness and trust shining on her face making a smile spread over my lips.

My palms graze over her soft stomach, cupping her tits, thumbs rubbing over those erected peaks and making them stand out even more.

A soft moan rips from her throat, her head falling back. Unable to resist, I bend down, pulling one of those peaks into my mouth, and suck hard.

“Ma-ax,” she breathes, her body arching up, pushing her chest into my face. Her hands grip the sheets by her sides, crumpling it between her fingers.

“That’s right,” I pant, switching to her other breast to give it the same attention. Her flushed skin and squirming body make the blood rush through my veins. My whole body burns for her, aching for her touch while at the same time wanting to give her this. Give her the pleasure she deserves, pleasure that was taken from her.

Gentle fingers skim over my skin, making my whole body shudder. Letting the poor, swollen nipple pop out of my mouth, I wipe it with the back of my hand, my gaze meeting her hooded eyes.

“Off…” I feel her soft tug at the fabric of my shirt. “You have on way too many clothes.”

I don’t have to be told twice. Leaning on my heels, I reach back to tug the shirt over my head quickly and then scramble to my feet to get rid of the sweats. Her eyes trail my every movement, pink tongue darting out to wet those pouty lips.

“Now you’re the one who has too many clothes on.” I lift my brows in a challenge as I look at the light and shadow dancing over her skin.

Lifting her butt off the bed, she pulls the tights off her legs, and the only thing separating her from me is a very small pair of black panties. Groaning loudly at the sight of her, I readjust my hard length before I get back on the bed.

My body crashes into hers, pressing her into the mattress and leaving us both breathless. I claim her mouth without missing a beat, my tongue diving between her lips and pulling out all those hushed, little noises I love. I plunge deeper and deeper, and with every stroke of my tongue against hers, my hips rub along her center, her heat enveloping my dick.

“You’re so perfect,” I breathe, breaking our kiss.

Her hands scrape over my scalp. “More,” Brook begs. “Give me more.”

“Oh, I’m just starting.”

Pulling her hands out of my hair, I kiss each palm. Interlocking our fingers, I lift her hands above her head. Giving Brook a short glance to reassure myself she’s still okay, I pull back just enough so I can see her body. With her hands lifted like that, her chest is pushed up in the air. Unlocking our fingers, I trace my hand down and then bend my head to follow the same path with my lips.

Brook whimpers softly at the first touch of my hot breath against her skin, the faint sound pulling a grin to my face. I lick and nibble at her neck, my mouth slowly moving lower, tracing every inch of her skin. My tongue swipes around the pert nipple, teeth slowly grazing against the soft flesh of her stomach until I reach the edge of her panties. Her whole body is trembling by then, and my dick has grown so hard there is no containing it anymore.

I pull back just a little, my breath touching the skin of her lower stomach until she starts squirming in my hands, trying to pull me in.

“Max, please…” I can feel her legs tense between mine, trying to move to make more room for me.

“Please, what?” I tease. Licking at her belly button, every now and then my tongue darts down, barely peeking under the edge of her panties before moving away. I can smell her musky arousal mixing with the honey scent of her skin.

Her head thrashes from side to side. “Stop teasing me.”

“When you tell me what you want.”

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