Page 42 of Four Simple Rules
“One, I want you to cum right now,” I whisper, working my fingers in and out of her rapidly, bouncing her body up and down until she’s screaming my name in a high-pitched, raspy voice. Her pussy strangles my fingers, pulling them further inside her where they want to stay, but I know they can’t. I have other plans for that pussy. “That’s my good girl,” I whisper, slowly inching my fingers out of her and groaning, earning one last flutter from my words. “You like that, don’t you? The praise I give you?”
“Yes,” she whispers, not holding back.
Color me fucking impressed with her bold new outlook.
“Rule two, and this is the important one, Tulip. Are you listening?” She nods, swallowing hard. I swear her eyes dilate more when a grin stretches across my face. “By the time I’m done with you tonight, you’re going to scream the word fuck as loud as you can.” She stiffens, shaking her head.
“I hate that word…” she trails off with a twisted expression, lighting up her reddened face.
“You’ll be so scrambled; you won’t know what else to say. It’s a rule, so you have to abide by it.”
“Says who,” she grumbles, watching as I stick my fingers in my mouth and suck every ounce of her essence off my fingers.
“God, you taste like fucking heaven. You’re the best dessert after a night of dining.” She sucks in a breath at my display, unable to take her eyes off me. “You will shout it? Believe me. There’s so much more I want to do with you.” Including making it hard for her to walk tomorrow; she’s forced to lie in bed with me and never move again. “Do you accept my rule?”
“Rule accepted. But it won’t happen. You know how I feel about that word. It’s vile…” She says that now but judging by the look in her eye whenever I utter a curse word—she loves a dirty mouth.
“Rule Three. I want you out of here in two seconds with your hands on the hood of my car.” She blinks several times and then narrows her eyes at me.
“You’re awfully bossy, Rutherford.” She raises a stubborn brow, crossing her arms over her chest.
Let the fun begin.
“I’m a patient man, Tulip. I’ve waited ten fucking years to tell you how sorry I was. I waited a goddamn decade to plead my case and confess my undeniable feelings for you. I was patient then, but I’m not now. You have two seconds to remove yourself from that seat…”
“Or what?” she asks, pursing her lips.
“Or I will do it for you.” I raise a brow when she huffs at my words, thinking it’s a bluff. “Okay,” I singsong, opening my door and getting out. I gently shut it, secretly hoping she continues to sit there so I can peel her out of that seat, set her on the hood of my car, and fuck her brains out until she’s yelling fuck to the heavens.
I’ll get her to scream fuck for me. No matter what.
My dick hardens painfully in my slacks, aching to pound inside her. Today is not the day to think with my upstairs brain. Now is the time to let my dick follow his heart right into her perfect pussy. He’s determined to make his.
I open the passenger’s side door, glaring in on my little prey sitting perfectly still in her seat. Those hazel eyes eat up my every move.
I fucking grin at her when she swallows hard. “Come on, Tulip,” I say, exposing my teeth.
My heart pounds when she sits still, defying my every demand.
Challenge accepted.
Blake doesn’t stand a chance when I yank her out of the car, holding her close. On instinct, her lean legs wrap around my waist, securing her to me.
Every step around the car shifts her, grinding her core against my throbbing cock, still buried in my suit slacks.
“I like this side of you,” I murmur into her neck as I set her ass on the edge of my car.
“What side?” she moans, running her fingers through my hair, messing it up.
“This,” I whisper, pulling back so we’re nose to nose. “Every side of you. Your defiance. Your lust. Everything.” My eyes trace the lines of her face. Roaming over her hazel eyes, down the slight slope of her nose, to the soft curve of her plump lips. “You’re good with this?” I ask, swallowing the lump in my throat.
Leaning forward, she bravely captures my lips with hers, poking her tongue into my mouth. Everything inside me comes to life. She’s breathing fresh air into my dismal existence. With her in my arms, I’m someone. With her lips on mine, I’m fucking floating.
“Just do it, Jesse,” she murmurs, pulling back. “Let’s not think tonight. Let’s just enjoy this.”
For tonight.
For this moment.
