Page 19 of Breaking the Pucking Rules

“Maybe,” she taunts.

With a smirk, I shake my head and walk around her to the other side of the bed.

I give myself a moment in the hope of controlling my raging arousal before I turn around and get a proper look at her.

She almost knocks me on my ass.

Fuck. She’s perfect.

There are so many things I could say in this moment, but we’re not here for conversation or compliments. We’re here for one thing and one thing only.

Pleasure.

“Come here,” I demand.

Being dominant in the bedroom isn’t new to me. I learned early on that I loved being the one in charge; I loved watching a woman bend to my wishes.

But this is the first time it hasn’t come naturally to me.

It’s because it’s been so long and I’m out of practice.

Or at least, that’s what I tell myself.

After stepping from the mass of fabric around her feet, she moves closer, her hips swaying and her breasts bouncing gently as she moves.

I take in every inch of her skin. Her breasts are the perfect handful, one slightly bigger than the other. Her rosy pink nipples begging to be pinched and sucked, and her hairless pussy is already glistening with desire.

My mouth waters as I wonder if she’ll taste as sweet as I imagine.

“Good girl,” I praise when she stops in front of me.

Her eyes widen, but the slight smile on her lips and the way she wiggles her hips lets me know that she likes it.

“Now what?” she asks, happily playing the game.

“Get on your knees and take my dick out.”

All the air rushes from her lungs, but although she might be surprised, she doesn’t back down from the challenge.

Instead, her knees hit the thick carpet beneath us, and she eagerly reaches for my waistband.

She moves with such fervor and haste that I can’t help but wonder if it’s been as long for her as it has been for me.

No, it can’t be. Not a woman this sexy and tempting.

My body flinches violently when she tucks her fingers beneath the fabric of my boxers.

Squeezing my eyes closed, I pray to whatever sex deity there might be up there to stop me from embarrassing myself.

I’m not sure it’ll be enough.

My eyes pop back open the second she begins to tug the fabric over my hips.

I stare down at her in disbelief as she does exactly as she’s told.

But instead of focusing on the task at hand, her eyes are staring up into mine.

My breath catches as my dick springs free and I send up another prayer.