Page 41 of Four Simple Rules
I abruptly stop, much to her dismay. Those wide, dilated eyes meet mine, filled to the brim with lust and want.
“Why did you stop?” she moans, lifting her hips to gain more friction.
Because I want her to beg me. We’ve gone from zero to sixty in one fucking day. I want to hear her pleas dripping from her tongue over and over. I want my name on her lips when she orgasms, claiming me as hers.
Fuck.
But I have to draw a line before I get too carried away for my own good.
“I want to make one thing clear,” I say, brushing my lips against hers.
Eagerly, she thrusts her tongue into my mouth, taking what she wants without apprehension. I groan, seizing the moment to savor what we’re doing and pleasure her how she deserves.
Something between us has changed between yesterday and today. It’s big. Catastrophic, even. Our next moves will define us for the rest of our lives. We’ll walk away from this adventure with blue balls or wedding bells.
Blake’s choice.
“Please, Jesse,” she whines, grinding herself against my palm.
“Fuck, the way you say my name, Tulip. It has my dick jumping for joy. He wants nothing more than to bend you over this car and fucking take what has always been made for him.” I kiss the corner of her mouth again, pulling back so her gaze locks on mine. There’s no escaping me now. “I’ll give you an out, Tulip.”
“An out?” she asks, scrunching her brows together. “Why…”
“Yesterday we started over,” I whisper, fluttering my fingers in her pussy and soaking up the wetness coating my wrist. She’s dripping wet, ready to fucking blow at the drop of a hat. “Yesterday, we became just friends. And today, you’re not wearing panties for me.”
“They showed through my dress,” she breathes, gasping for air when her pussy flutters around my fingers again.
Fuck. I won’t survive this conversation if I don’t calm myself down. I grin at her, watching in fascination as she barely stays together. One false move, and my girl will scream the car to pieces as she shatters for me.
“I want you to tell me you want this, Tulip…”
“I want this,” she gasps, grinding against me again. I make no moves to stop her.
“Right, I can tell. But I want to make one thing clear, Blake,” I whisper, gripping her chin with my free hand, forcing her eyes on mine. “If you coat my fingers in your cum, you’re mine. There’s no backing out. There’s no ghosting me or walking away. You, Blake Sarah Reynolds, are my end game. Do you understand?”
“End game?” she asks, examining my face. “You….” she trails off, scrunching her brows, but her movements never stop. She continues to create friction between us.
“It’s a yes or no. I can walk away right now. I’d say I could do it with no hard feelings, but I’ve fallen for you, Blake.”
Hard.
All over again.
It was inevitable when she came waltzing back into my life. She may have taken a break from me, but she’s never been out of my grasp. Slowly over the years, she returned to social media, posting about her life as it happened. And for some crazy reason, she hadn’t blocked my profile. Every move she made; I was watching. Every achievement they awarded her, I was celebrating with joy in my heart. My girl did it. She set out to live her dreams, and she fucking rocked them from day one.
“It’s only been a day…”
Fuck. Now, I've worried her and made her think about the situation.
“A day within a lifetime of knowing each other. Ten years of distance versus a lifetime of connection on a deep level. It doesn’t matter to me. From the moment I saw you, something inside me knew you were the one for me. You protected me. You fucking saved me over and over again, Tulip. You’ve always been my girl. I was just too fucking blind to see what was in front of me as an insecure teenager. So... Yes, or no?” My heart rests in my throat, beating like a wild drum.
Blake sucks in a deep breath, grinding harder against me. “Yes,” she meekly answers with desperation leaking from her voice. I can’t tell if it’s from the hormones raging through her blood, begging her to finally hit her peak and cum, or if she really wants to explore this with me.
For real, this time.
I slowly work my fingers in and out of her, teasing every inch of her for as long as possible. An airy feeling flutters in my chest, like a light flickering on, and I come to life. “I have four simple rules then,” I whisper, brushing my lips against hers.
“Jesse! Rules?” she whines, throwing her head back with a grunt.
