Page 55 of Breaking the Pucking Rules (LA Vipers #1)

CASEY

C asey

Butterflies erupt the second I hear the front door open.

I have time to run back to the bedroom. He probably would be none the wiser. But honestly, where’s the fun in doing what you’re told?

So instead of running, I adjust his jersey around my waist, attempt to smooth down my wild sex hair, and rest my ass against the counter in the hope I look even a little bit alluring.

Each of his footsteps rock through me, but I refuse to cower. Instead, I use his approaching presence to strengthen my resolve.

He booked an earlier flight so he could see me sooner. He’s come back after dropping Sutton at school. It all leads me to believe he really wants this.

If it were a quick hookup to take the edge off what was building between us this week, he’d have gone after he first had me. But he didn’t. Instead, we cuddled.

Fuck.

I cuddled with Kodie freaking Rivers, and it was awesome.

I hold my breath as his shadow appears a beat before he steps around the corner.

His eyes widen the second he sees me, and his lips press into a thin line.

Oh, he’s pissed.

I’m fucking giddy. Who knew I could hold the power to shake this incredible man?

I hold my head higher as his eyes run down the length of me.

“What are you doing?” he growls, the rasp of his voice hitting me right between the legs.

My pussy should be done. We had two very intense rounds in the middle of the night. But that doesn’t seem to be the case. Instead, she seems to have forgotten she’s already had more thrills than usual for this time of the morning.

He approaches, eating up the space between us in a few short strides, sucking all the air from the room as he does.

“I needed a drink,” I say coyly, fluttering my lashes at him like I’m all innocent.

“You’re not in bed,” he states.

“I know, but?—”

His jaw tics, his fists clenching at his sides.

He’s huge, strong, powerful, and nothing but corded muscle. But I’m not scared of him. Instead, I’m desperate, needy, and craving another taste of him. “No buts, Casey. You defied me.”

I bite down on my bottom lip praying it stops a groan from breaking free.

“Sorry, Daddy,” I whisper. “Are you going to punish me?”

Oh, please. Give me everything.

He moves again, abandoning the takeout coffee tray and paper bag on the counter before grabbing my hand and dragging me from my spot.

I race behind him, my heart pounding a mile a minute.

He leads me out of my kitchen and into my modest living area before he drops onto my couch.

It’s a decent-sized piece of furniture, but suddenly, with his hulking frame on it, it looks tiny.

With his hand still clutching mine, he tugs me closer so I’m standing right before him.

“What are you going to do?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper as my excitement and anticipation get the better of me.

His grin turns dangerous, and I shriek when he suddenly tugs on my arm, giving me little choice but to bend over and lie across his lap.

“Kodie, what—” My words die as he gets me into position and realization hits. “Oh my god,” I whimper as his hand slides up the backs of my thighs before kneading my ass.

He’s going to spank me.

This is my punishment for being a bad girl.

Heat blooms in my lower stomach as my core floods with desire.

He’s barely touched me, but already, my panties are ruined.

“What did I tell you to do?” he demands.

“To…to stay in bed and wait.”

“And what did you do?”

“Got up.”

“I told you to be a good girl. And what have you been?”

“Bad. I’ve been bad.”

“And what do bad girls get?”

Fucking hell. This is too much. I’m squirming on his lap like a desperate little whore.

“Punished,” I gasp. “Please, Kodie.”

His hand leaves my ass, and my body locks up in preparation for what’s to come.

Another whimper spills free a beat before his palm collides with my ass.

I cry out as my body jolts forward, my feet leaving the floor as pain blooms on my ass cheek, warmth spreading through my body.Instinctively, my hands shoot behind me, in a pathetic attempt to cover myself.

He tsks in disappointment, and they fall away again.

“You’re going to take ten. Count for me,” Kodie demands, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it.

“One,” I gasp, still recovering from the hit.

He does it again. This time, I’m almost prepared for it.

“Oh my god,” I cry as the pain shoots straight to my clit.

My ass might be burning already, but it has nothing on the way my pussy is throbbing with need.

“You’re counting, remember? ”

“Two,” I whisper before quickly counting three, four, and five.

By the time he hits six, seven, and eight, I’m riding a knife’s edge.

No one has ever spanked me like this before. Sure, I’ve had the odd slap during doggy style, but this is very, very different.

“Nine,” I cry, my voice hoarse, my body limp despite the desire coursing through my veins.

He rubs the sting, his calloused hand gently scratching at my tender skin.

Tears fall freely from my lashes. I’m breathless, and my core is clenching on nothing, desperate to be filled.

When he pulls back, I suck in a deep breath, both ready for this to be over and desperate to keep going all at the same time. It’s a heady feeling. One I could become addicted to a little too easily, given the chance.

“Ten,” I all but scream as he connects again. “Fuck, that was…”

“You did so well, baby. Such a good girl for me. And look at this ass.” His hand rubs over me. “So pretty.”

I light up at his praise. I swear to God, he could ask me to do anything right now and I would without question.

“Kodie,” I whimper.

Knowing exactly what I need, he hooks his finger under the edge of my panties and pulls them aside.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “You’re soaked.”

I know. I’m fucking dying here.

“Please.”

“So fucking beautiful.”

I cry out when his fingers connect with my swollen, sensitive skin, coating himself in my juices, before sinking two inside me.

“Oh my god. I’m so close.”

“You’re a bad girl, Casey Watson. But you’re my bad girl.”

“Yes, yes.”

“You’re going to come all over my fingers before you swallow my dick. Are you ready for that?”

“So ready,” I gasp as he holds me right on the edge of my release.

“My perfect whore,” he muses, and that’s it. I shatter.

My release rocks through me, my body convulsing on his lap as wave after wave drags me under.

It goes on and on. I swear it’s the longest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. It’s exhausting and exhilarating all at the same time.

Kodie doesn’t stop until I’ve sagged in relief, and then he gives me only thirty seconds before he’s gently moving me to my knees between his parted thighs.

“Take my dick out, Trouble.”

I scramble to do as he says, my need to have his taste on my tongue at an all-time high.

The second I’ve released him, I rub the precum on his tip before stroking him, once, twice.

“Enough,” he growls. “I want your pouty lips wrapped around me.”

He shifts slightly, making it easier for me, before resting his hands on either side of his hips, allowing me to take my fill.

And I do.

With one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, I lick around his tip, savoring his taste before sinking down on him.

The low growl that rumbles in his chest is all the encouragement I need, and I hollow my cheeks, relax my throat, and take him as deep as I dare.

Unable to keep his hands to himself, he twists his fingers in my hair and helps to control my movements. But at no point does he force me to take him deeper. He allows me to control the pace; he’s just there with me.

“Push your hand into your panties and play with your clit,” he demands, his deep rasp suddenly filling my apartment.

I don’t need telling twice. Sliding my hand down my stomach, I tuck my fingers beneath the edge of my panties and almost instantly discover just how true his words from earlier were.

My fingers slide through my folds with ease, and I circle my clit as I continue to suck him.

“Don’t you dare come,” he warns.

I shake my head, so he knows I’m not ignoring him.

In only seconds, my next release is growing, my already weak legs trembling. And I’m not the only one, because Kodie’s cock is swelling, stretching my lips even wider.

But just before I think he’s about to shoot down my throat, his grip on my hair tightens, and I’m pulled from his cock.

I stare up at him in disbelief, only a string of saliva connecting us.

“I’m not coming in your mouth, baby,” he explains before pushing to his feet and lifting me from the floor as if I weigh nothing more than a feather.

Spinning around, he places me on my knees on the couch.

“Rest your arms on the back and stick your ass out,” he demands, his hands wrapping around my hips to help me out.

The second I’m where he wants me, he drags my wet panties down, leaving them around my knees before he steps forward.

“Oh god, please,” I beg, arching my back more in the hope he’ll find my entrance faster. “Kodie, I need you.”

“Fucking love it when you beg,” he groans as he rubs himself through my wetness.

“Fuck me, Kodie, please. I need your dick inside me.”

He pauses at my entrance and notches just the tip in.

My body sags in relief.

“Only because you asked me nicely,” he says before pushing in so slowly it makes my eyes cross.

“Holy shit.”

“Sensitive, baby?” he asks. I swear I can hear the cocky smirk that’s no doubt playing on his lips.

“Yes. So good. More. Deeper. Faster.”

“Fuck. I’m pretty sure you were made for me,” he groans as he bottoms out.

It’s so deep like this. So deep and perfect. He hits me in all the right places.

“Need you to come for me again,” he demands as one of his hands slips from my hip and down to my clit.

“Yes,” I cry, my back arching in my need to take him even deeper. I don’t care if it’s not possible; I need it. “Kodie. Kodie. Fuck. YESSSS.”

I clamp down on his dick as I fall over the edge again. How many orgasms this powerful can you have before you legit die of pleasure?

“Casey,” he booms as his dick pulses inside me, spilling everything he has. “Holy fuck,” he groans as his release continues. I know the fucking feeling.

The second he’s done, he folds over me, wrapping his arms around my ribs and tucking his face into my neck.

“Tell me you’ve got a bathroom with a really big tub in it?” he murmurs.

“Uh…I have a bathroom with a normal-sized tub,” I counter.

“It’ll have to do,” he says, twisting me around and laying me on the couch.

I can’t help but smile as he walks away. In only seconds, he’s returning with my iced coffee—ice long departed.

“What are you smirking about?” he asks, studying me. I probably look like a mess with my hair in every direction and my panties bunched around my knees.

He doesn’t seem to notice.

“Wondering why you’re not naked.”

His smile grows.

“I will be once I’ve fed you. Breakfast is cold. You good if I warm it up?”

“Knock yourself out,” I say. “But could you at least take your top off?”

He laughs but humors me by reaching behind his head and pulling it off in one slick move.

How do guys do that? And why is it always so freaking hot?