Page 81 of Broken Rules
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The birds chirp outside as my fingers glide along his length, and Lennox groans, maneuvering away from me. “Peaches, if any more cum shoots out of my dick, it’s gonna fall off.”
I giggle, kissing his neck as I place my leg over his hip and rub his side. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“Well, you won’t get any more of me if I’m dickless.”
“You weren’t complaining last night, smashing me over the balcony.” I nip below his ear, and he grabs my thigh. “Stretching my leg against that wall.” Lennox dips his hand to my ass, breathing deeper as I grind my pussy on his lower back. “I especially loved how you made me come over and over in this very spot.” He moans as I glide my tongue along his neck while gently stroking his hardened shaft. “Your cock feels too good. Can you blame me for wanting more?”
He draws my ass forward, my clit rubbing harder against his body, and I let out a breathy hum, gripping his hair tight while I continue to buck my hips. Lennox grunts as I pull his head back, rubbing down his shaft to his balls, knowing how much he enjoys it. I love how dominant he is in bed, but it takes a remarkable man to trust his woman to take control when giving pleasure with no limits.
“I want to make you come just as often as you make me.” I sit on top of him, rocking along his shaft, and he grabs my hips when I gently tug his balls. “Do you want to fuck my ass, baby?”
Lennox’s gaze lowers, kneading my thighs as I dip to rub his taint with my middle finger and stroke his dick between my cheeks. He shows no hesitance the lower I go, and he moans as I apply more pressure while jerking him, his head tipping back, gripping me harder.
Sucking a breath through his teeth, he straightens up, lifts me by my ass, and gets me on my back. “Fuck, Peaches.” He kisses me hard, sucking my tongue into his mouth. “You almost made me come.”
I giggle, pressing another kiss before inching away to twist onto my stomach, peeking back at him. “We better get to it, then.” He’s gone for a second before returning with a bottle of lube, and a pillow, making my pulse spike. I’ve never been fucked in my ass by a man, only toys. “Be gentle,” I whisper.
The lube is warm as he massages my cheeks and up my back, circling his thumb around my hole with every pass, then tucks the folded pillow under my pelvis. I sway my hips, moaning into the mattress, and he takes hold of my hair, lifting my head to turn my face.
“I want to hear every sound you make.”
I hum, licking my lips as I rest my cheek on the bed. Something firm presses into me, a familiar texture, and I grin as he eases in a plug, my nerves dissipating, trusting Lennox knows what he’s doing. He leaves the toy in as he enters my pussy a few times before my ass vibrates, making me whine with a low moan. I buck backward onto his body, and Lennox grunts, gripping my sides to draw me in with each pump. Switching the vibration off, he gently pulls the plug out, sticking his thumb in its place while applying a generous amount of lube to his dick.
My heart’s racing as he settles in place, then meets my gaze. “Relax, Peaches.” Nodding, I rub my clit as he presses his tip at my hole, easing on and off, listening to my body until I’m at ease, and he slips in a bit more. I intake a heavy breath each time he enters, enjoying the pressure, his gentle touch, and how he hums the further his cock goes until he’s moving without resistance. Slow and steady.
“Fuck, baby. Such a tight plump ass,” he says with a low, gritty tone. “Don’t stop rubbing your clit.”
We both moan louder as he gradually picks up speed when I quicken mine, then presses his palm on my back to dip me further into the pillow, getting deeper. He inserts two fingers into my pussy, firmly rubbing my wall, a delicious ache forming from the night before, then he backs away to apply more lube.
I turn to face him, needing to feel closer. “Cross your legs.”
He doesn’t waste time, and I sit on his lap, wrapping my thighs around his hips. Our lips lock in seconds, pressing my tits against his chest, and Lennox strokes his cock while I lift for him to push into my ass again. Keeping a solid hold on my body, he guides me along his shaft as I ride him, hugging him tightly, moaning into each other when he fills me, the sensation unlike any toy I’ve used, and I want more.
“Harder.”
His hold on my body tightens as he gets me onto my back, pinning my legs above my shoulders and increasing the strength of his drive.
“Touch your pussy,” he pants, and I do as he says, rubbing my clit with each solid pump until my body bucks from an intense release, rocking faster, my head rolling back with my screams echoing around the spacious room. “Yes, that's it, Peaches.” Bending forward, he kisses my neck, all over my face, then my lips while grunting, “God damn, I love my beautiful wife.”
He straightens his stance, finishing with a few firm thrusts, breathing out ragged breaths while easing the tip in and out as his cum drips from me, rubbing his head around before lowering my legs. Settling between them, he rests on my breasts, slowly coming down from our high.
“I love you,” I whisper, threading my finger through his hair, and he hums, hugging me tighter before lifting me from the bed.
I clutch his shoulders while he walks us to the shower with ease, building our connection and one step closer as husband and wife.
TWENTY-SEVEN
WE BOTH KNOW WHO WEARS THE PANTS
Our time in Italy ends too soon as we drive to Evie’s place, not ready to drop into regular life. Evie turns to face me, her sunglasses covering her eyes, but her contentment shines through. She reaches for my hand, and I grab hers, placing a kiss on the back. When we arrive, I park in my spot and hop out to open her car door, which gets me an eye roll with tender cheek slaps.
“Thanks.”
Leaving our bags in the trunk, I follow my wife to the front door, waiting for her to unlock it—then she gasps as I lift her into my arms and carry her over the threshold.
“Welcome home.”
