Page 166 of Changing Rules

Delight zips through me as I hug her tighter. Last month, when my parents were here, Mom said my daughter has me wrapped around her finger, and that I’m spoiling her. She’s probably right, but I don’t have it in me to say no to any of Isla’s demands.

“Mommy,” she adds, smiling at me.

Chuckling, I shake my head. That illusion didn’t last long. She loves us both the same.

At eight p.m.on the dot, I close the door to Isla’s room and amble into the living room. The lights are dimmed, and Bella is sitting on the couch with her Kindle in hand, a glass of white wine and an open beer bottle on the table. Light music plays from her speaker, which is somewhere in the room.

“She’s asleep,” I announce, plopping myself down beside her.

“Took you twenty minutes.” She snorts quietly, setting her Kindle aside. “Last night, it took me fifteen.”

“Are we competing?” I tug on her ponytail.

“Maybe,” she purrs, snuggling closer. “I talked to Ben. He says hi.”

“What about Tom? He doesn’t miss me anymore?” I pick up the beer she left out for me and take a sip, relishing the cool liquid as it slides down my throat.

“He was busy with Damon. Apparently, my nephew is a little monster.” Her melodic laughter reverberates through my body. “I can’t wait to see them in June. Aunt Millie says she’s coming too.”

“Looks like our house will be full of people soon.” I take another swig of my beer and then set the bottle on the table near her glass.

“With your parents? And my family? Definitely.”

We fall into comfortable silence, each lost in our own thoughts. Absentmindedly, I drop my hand to her breast, and I swear her body heats up. Just the feel of her has my dick hardening in my sweatpants.

Jesus, will there ever be a day I don’t react like this? Probably not.

When she side-eyes me with a naughty little smirk, I give her tit a light squeeze. A breathy sigh leaves her parted lips, giving me more encouragement. I put my other hand on her cheek, forcing her to turn her head so I can press my lips to hers. As I slip my tongue into her mouth, I pinch her nipple between my thumb and index finger.

She moans, her tongue stroking mine. The movement reminds me of a slow dance, tantalizing and almost bewitching. Erotic and enticing. Passionate and seductive. Nothing else matters as we lose ourselves in each other.

I pull her to me and slip my hand under her shorts and silky panties. When I find her sweet spot, I circle it gently, slowly, but her panting makes me quicken my pace. Moving south, I slip two fingers inside her, and in response, her head falls back against my chest.

She grasps the couch, digging her fingernails into the fabric. “Keep going… Please… It feels so good…”

My cock strains against my sweatpants, begging me to fuck her. I close my eyes, resisting the urge to rush things. I move my fingers in and out of her with a steady rhythm, using my thumb to caress her clit.

Eagerly, she rides my hand. She wants to come so badly, giving me the power I love the most. I slow, teasing her entrance and her clit, and then I pick up the pace again, going deeper before almost withdrawing my fingers. God, I’m on the edgemyself. She makes the sweetest sounds, her little whimpers and shaky breaths utter perfection.

“Fuck… Oh God.” She contracts around my fingers, and her whole body tenses as she comes.

As she relaxes, I suck my fingers into my mouth. She tastes heavenly, and, by some miracle, I can devour her any time I want. And I want everything she has to give. Every inch of her body, every breath she takes, every word she says. Every scent. Every taste. She is mine.

She stands and pulls down her shorts, along with her panties.

She hoists herself over my lap, lifting the hem of her tee, and I help her take my cock out. With her tiny hand gripping my shaft, she lowers onto me in reverse cowgirl. “So full now… I love your dick…”

Her movements are slow, almost leisurely. Her round, tight ass bounces in front of me, the sight sending my pulse skyrocketing.

“You feel so good, Bella… Fuck me, baby…”

“Like that?” Rotating her hips, she takes me so deep, I see stars. The sounds of our bodies meeting only add to the desire coursing through me, tingling down my spine to my balls. “Deeper?”

“Yes… Ride me, baby… Give me all of you…” I grasp her ponytail and yank her head back before I gently grip her throat from behind. “Your sweet pussy full of my cum…so full…and so fucking deep…”

She’s in complete control, angling her hips in the best way. I lower my hand, caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples before I sneak my fingers to her clit, rubbing it faster, adjusting to her movements and winding her up. It’s in moments like this that I realize, sometimes I don’t even know my limbs from hers.

“Fuck… I’m gonna come…” She drops her head back against my shoulder, her plump lips parted. “Choke me, Xander… Please…”

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