Page 8 of Breaking His Law

“The way you screamed my name tells me it was the best orgasm you’ve ever had.”

Oh shit, did I scream his name? This is terrible.

He can read me like a book, and I hate that.

I regret everything that has happened tonight.

But not really.

A little perhaps.

Not enough to stop.

“I’ve had better,” I lie, and he knows it when his mouth shapes a devilish smile.

“You’re a terrible liar.” He captures my lips with his and kisses me breathless, turning me into a puddle of liquid gold.His touch makes me feel as if I’m glowing like pure molten heat, and it’s running through me like a river of fire. “And you’re too beautiful for your own good.”

His confession makes a place inside my heart and settles there for safekeeping, but the embers of his words feel like hot barbs scraping against the inside of my throat.

Words I shouldn’t like but do.

Sliding himself out of my body, I moan from the loss of him and instantly miss our closeness as he slowly releases my wrists.

Resting back on his haunches, he rolls the condom off carefully and ties it before he tosses it on the floor.

“Keep your eyes on me, baby.”

He doesn’t need to tell me twice; I haven’t stopped looking at him.

“So, you hate lawyers?” he asks. Resting his hands on top of my knees, he spreads my legs he’s kneeling between wider, then runs his hands down my inner thighs, causing goosebumps to scatter across my skin, every hair on my body standing to his attention.

“I do,” I answer much quieter now, and I’m unable to tell him I love how he makes me feel although he’ll know how turned on I am by my juices dripping out of me and from how hard my nipples are.

And I don’t hate all lawyers, justhisfamily. But I keep that to myself.

I lose all logic when his fingertips reach my pussy. The way he’s touching me has me questioning everything I ever thought about sexual chemistry. The air is humming with it, his touch like crackling static electricity on my skin.

He pushes my pussy lips together, pressing my over-sensitive clit, then runs his thumbs between them before gently pulling them apart. “But you like me doing this? Even though I’m a lawyer.”

“Yes.” My body betrays me, and a whimper slips from my mouth when the pad of his thumb rubs my clit before he sinks a thick digit inside of me, followed by another. His pupils turn darker with desire when I cry out his name, something I seem to be incapable of keeping under wraps.

My nipples tighten when he curls his fingers against my inner walls, as if beckoning me to come again.

He wraps his other hand around his hard-again cock and fists himself.

“You’re so good at that,” I admit, because there’s no denying he’s experienced. My hips move, riding his fingers as if they have a mind of their own. “How old are you?” I already know how old he is, but I want him to tell me.

“Forty-four,” he replies, fucking his cock with his hand. My mouth waters as precum leaks from his slit. I want to taste him and run my tongue up the thick vein of his shaft.

And wow, at forty-four he’s got better stamina than my last boyfriend, and he was only thirty years old.

“Are you asking because I’m in my forties and you think I can’t fuck all night, Ari?”

“I bet you can’t last all night, old man.” I push buttons I know I shouldn’t be pushing.

“Fucking smartass.” He pulls his fingers out of me, slaps my pussy, and inserts them again. The mix of pleasure and pain has me piercing the air with a cry, as if I’m a wolf under a luminous full moon.

“Is that all you’ve got?” I tease him breathlessly, making him repeat his action, and he spanks my pussy much harder this time, giving me what I wanted. “I need to come,” I moan, moving my hips quicker to chase my release.

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