Page 2 of Changing Rules

Frowning, she straightens and shifts so she’s facing me.

“I’m fine,” I tell her.

Eyebrows pulled together, she pouts. Concerned, worried Bella is adorable. “You sure?”

“Everything’s fine.” I haul her back into me, making her squeal.

Milo jumps to the floor with an irritated bark.

“I’m tired, and I just want to spend time with my girl. Is that too much to ask?”

“Definitely not,” she whispers, winding her hands around my neck. “I missed you.”

She holds my gaze, her sapphire blue eyes darkening. That’s all it takes to send a thrill up my spine. She’s so hot for me, every hour of every day. My thirst matches hers perfectly. Before we met, I had no idea I could be so insatiable. I’ve always loved sex, but my relationship with Bella took my desire to another dimension.

Our lips touch, and the world around us disappears. When it’s just us, we don’t have an end or a beginning. We are a continuation of each other.

“You taste sour,” I breathe against her skin. “Not in a bad way, just different.” With a kiss to her neck, I pull back so I can see her face.

Giggling, she throws a leg over mine, straddling me. “I was sucking on a lollipop while I waited for you.”

Fuck.

My imagination is too colorful and too dirty. Her blow jobs are the stuff dreams are made of.

“Bella,” I groan, my dick hardening painfully. In one move, I stand and turn, lowering her onto her back.

As quickly as my hands will let me, I strip off her shorts and panties, then I pull back and drink her in.

She traces her bottom lip with her finger, opening her mouth slightly. And when she swirls her tongue over the tip of her finger, my patience evaporates.

With a hand between her legs, I find her clit and rub it in circles. As she arches her back, I dive in for another kiss. I swallow her moans, relishing how wet she is already.

“Xander.” My name rolls off her tongue in a breathy whisper. “I want your cock.”

“Anything my girl wants”—I push my sweatpants down—“she gets.” With a familiar ease, I position myself between her legs and fill her in one thrust. Instantly, dark spots dance in my vision, and my eyes roll back.

Perfect. She feels perfect.

She wraps her legs around my hips as her hands find my ass, her nails pricking my skin as she takes me deeper.

“I’m so full,” she whispers.

I ravage her lips, pounding into her relentlessly. I don’t want to give her even the tiniest opportunity to catch her breath. Her moans, her racing heartbeat, her erratic breathing—it all belongs to me.

Leaning away, I look down at where we’re connected. “Your pussy was made for me.”

She moans, arching her back. I hold her hips firmly, driving myself into her.

“Oh…God.” She closes her eyes. “Oh my God.”

“There’s no one in the room with us, Bella. Who are you calling out to?” I taunt, my breaths choppy. “Where’s your God, baby?”

“Smart-ass,” she grunts, pulling my face down to her for another kiss.

Heat swirls in my lower abdomen, making me move faster. Rougher. Harder. I’ll be a goner in no time, but not if she isn’t there with me.

She lifts her hips, and I growl in approval. I slide even deeper and pound into her with all I have. Pleasurable aches flood my body as I slam my hips into hers, hitting her sweet spot.

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