Page 86 of Broken Rules
Heat flushes his cheeks as his head tips back, his eyes open and close while pumping his shaft. “Keep saying shit like that, and I won’t last thirty seconds in your mouth.”
I smirk, continuing to massage his thighs before taking over his strokes, his legs spreading wider as he adjusts his position on the couch to lean further back. I’ve sucked his dick plenty of times, but he’s never used me to make himself come. Lennox breathes in through his teeth when I tilt my head to lick the cum bead off the tip, keeping my gaze on his handsome face while taking more, humming around his head with the subtle buck of his hips.
There’s so much I want to say, tell him I love his cock, the way he feels inside me, but I rather keep my mouth stuffed as I take him to the back of my throat. “Fuck—” Lennox moans, gripping my hair when I lift to take a breath, sucking while stroking the base of his dick.
Sweeping my hair away from my face, he bucks forward again, and I place my hands behind my back, staring into his lust-filled gaze. He stops for a second, his breathing increasing before his bucks continue, stronger, inching deeper into my mouth, bobbing my head along his cock at the firm pace of his choosing. I want more, for him to use me until he loses all self-control, where nothing else around us matters but him chasing his nut.
With a tighter grip, he removes me from his dick, holding my cheeks with his fingers while drawing me close to his face. “You want me to fuck this tight mouth of yours?” he asks, reading my mind.
“Yes.”
He presses a firm kiss to my lips. “Hmm, open up, Peaches. Gotta make sure that tongue’s nice and slick before I come all over it.”
I moan, open for him, and clench my core when he spits inside my mouth, losing all sense of focus as heat radiates my body, melting before him—I’ve never been more turned on to suck a dick as he guides me back to his length. His grunts fuel the fire within, each pump into my mouth, making my pussy throb, needing relief as I rub my thighs together and Lennox releases his hold on my head.
“Get up here.”
We’re both breathing hard, his cock jutting from my mouth as he pulls me to kneel on the couch beside him, removing my dress where all that’s left is my panties. In seconds I’m upside down with my knees on the back of the couch and my pussy in his face. Lennox kisses my inner thighs, panting against my slit before slipping the fabric to the side, and I inhale a sharp breath, my back arching more when he licks me clit to entrance, his hold on my hips keeping me in place.
“Where does your mouth belong?”
I ease my grip on the cushion, take hold of his shaft, and return to sucking, Lennox rocking upward to match the swipes of his tongue, gentle flicks merely teasing my clit. Needing more power to get me climaxing anytime soon, I circle my hips, and his hold on my ass strengthens to stop my advance.
He slaps both cheeks, and I moan on his cock, slipping off while gripping his ass when he stands. The sudden position change has me holding on tight, but his mouth never leaves my pussy until he has me on my back, my legs pinned by my shoulders, his dick still near my face as he straddles me, my lower half completely exposed for him to take me any way he pleases.
“Lex—” I whine when he spits down my crack, rubbing his thumb along the length and his dick touching my cheek.
Squeezing the base, I tap the tip on my tongue as he lifts his hips, making him grunt, thrusting forward into my mouth and fucking me without holding back. His moans get louder against my pussy the faster he moves, easing back when he makes me gag, and I bring him closer, wanting to feel him at the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Peaches,” he pants, forcing his dick out of my mouth as he releases my legs to spread one outward, rapidly stroking my clit, which is my undoing.
My body spasms as he finishes my orgasm with his tongue, then settles on his heels, quickly stroking his dick. I maneuver to my knees right when he comes, thrusting forward while I suck on his head, humming as he fills my mouth. He inhales a sharp breath through his teeth when the sensations become too much, and I back away smiling.
Lennox takes me by my waist and pulls me flush to his body, hugging me, pressing his lips to my temple and cheek, stroking my hair back before kissing me deeply and goosebumps spread across my skin from the love pouring out of him.
“Did I hurt you, baby?”
I shake my head, and we lie back, side by side, our legs intertwined as we continue to kiss, enjoying each other until he rests his chin on my hair.
“Today was nice,” I whisper, stroking his neck.
He hums, rubbing my back until his chest moves slower, his breathing getting deeper, and I smile against his throat—the couch being our means of sleep tonight.
TWENTY-NINE
JUST LIKE THE OLD DAYS
The bright morning sun rouses me awake well past the time I’m usually up, which means I’m late for work, but with Evie still asleep in my arms, the mill is the last place I want to be. Her light snoring makes me smile, and the fuzzy ball snuggled into her neck lifts my lips into a grin. I don’t know how Jax got onto the couch at seven weeks old, but this moment can’t get any more perfect.
It does when Evie glides her palm up my chest, kissing the hollow of my throat, mumbling with a husky tone, “Good morning.”
“Mornin’, Peaches. Did you sleep well?”
“Mhm.” She nuzzles her nose higher, pressing more kisses. “Very well.”
I chuckle, dipping my chin to kiss her forehead. “Good.”
Jax stretches his body, and Evie giggles as he tangles his paws within her hair, maneuvering where her back presses against my chest. “Looks like our little man did too.”
