Page 180 of My Rules

I’m hovering somewhere between heaven and ecstasy; he slides three fingers into me, and without warning, my body contracts into a tidal wave of an orgasm.

I cry out, shudder, and convulse as he holds me down and sucks it out of me.

His hooded eyes half close as he inhales every inch of me.

Perspiration dusts my skin as my sanity leaves the building. I’ve never had an orgasm like that before.

Blake Grayson doesn’t go down on a woman for her pleasure; it’s for his.

Primal mating, taken to feed his needs.

I pant hard as I lie back, and he gets up and goes to his suit.

“No condom,” I say.

His eyes meet mine in question.

“I’m trusting you with my heart, so you’re trusting me not to get pregnant.”

We stare at each other for a beat, and I know that now is his time to freak out.

So be it ... this is on him.

He can’t tell me that I was always meant to be his and have no consequence.

You talk the talk, now walk the walk.

“It’s okay, Blake,” I murmur. “You know you can trust me.”

His brow furrows, and then after a beat, he seems to come to an internal decision and crawls over me and spreads my legs with his knees.

This is it.

His lips take mine with reverence, and he kisses me softly as his cock nudges at my entrance. Having him so close like this is new and exciting. It feels so natural that I wonder how we haven’t done this a million times before.

I can feel the cool tips of the piercing through the lips of my sex, and I hold my breath at the foreign sensation.

Ohhhhhh . . .

He pushes forward, and I feel the stretch as my body tries to resist him.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “Let me in.” He pushes forward again, and a burn stings my senses.

“Ahh.” I wince.

“It’s okay,” he breathes again. “Relax, baby.” He pushes forward with force, and I feel the tip of the piercing as it slides all the way home.

Deep inside of me.

“Oh,” I moan. He’s big. The girth of his cock is wide and leaves no room for doubt. My body ripples around him as she tries to deal with his size.

I frown as I look up at the ceiling over his shoulder. Is he really this big, or am I just really inexperienced right now?

He surges forward again, and the burn stings hard. He’s here, and he’s taking over my body, whether I like it or not.

I don’t like it; I love it.

“Ahhh,” I whimper.