Breaking His Rules by R.C. Matthews Page B

his monstrous bed when he turned to close the door. It was a glorious four poster with dark wood and leather. Masculine and yet lovely at the same time. He tossed me onto the bed with little ceremony and straddled my body, caging me in with his arms and legs.
    I didn’t have time to think—let alone breathe—before his mouth was devouring mine. I went for the buttons on his shirt first, flying through them like I was an Indy car racer on the final lap to the finish line. He moaned as I explored the contours of his broad shoulders and every inch of his flexing muscles down his arms. He lifted one hand and then the other, letting me toss his shirt away. I wanted his cock in my mouth and I wanted it now, so I made a quick move for the opening of his jeans.
    “Good God, woman.” He panted. “I’m supposed to be stripping you.”
    He caught my hands and pulled them over my head and proceeded to grind his rock hard shaft against my pussy while his lips continued their torturous assault on my mouth and along my exposed shoulders and chest. All I could think about was his hot tongue circling its way toward my tits and the way it set my skin aflame.
    “This sweater is a total mind fuck,” he said with a licentious grin. “Hides your ass but teases me with a view of your beautiful skin.” Still keeping my wrists secured above my head with one hand, he used the other to yank down the material and bra on one side, exposing my aroused nipple. He nibbled on the hardened bud and circled it with his tongue. It tightened and ached under his careful tutelage.
    He tugged at it with his teeth and I shuddered, unable to keep still. Watching his lips and tongue at work on my body was blissfully hot. My hips rocked under his and I was rewarded with the slow grind of his hard dick. He kneeled back on his haunches and drew me toward him, reaching for my sweater and pulling it over my head. A sexy little smirk lifted his lips while he unfastened my bra expertly with one hand.
    He tossed my bra aside and cupped each tit in his strong hands, kneading and rolling the taut nipples between his finger and thumb. His lips parted as he played with them and I arched forward in a silent plea for him to taste me.
    “I love these,” he said, squeezing gently with a fascinated gleam in his eyes. “But I love the little treasure hidden under here even more.” With one hand, he found my crotch and massaged through the jeans.
    “Oh, fuck me,” I groaned, throwing myself back onto the bed with a cry of frustration.
    A husky chuckle was his only response as he maintained an excruciating rhythm on my cunt. He released the zipper on my jeans and slid his hand inside until he found his mark. I ground my hips, taking what I wanted and sighed at the heavenly feel of his fingers stroking my clit. “You’re so greedy, angel. I’ll have none of that.”
    Jumping off the bed, he grabbed one of my legs and tugged on my boot. “We’ll put these back on again later.” He kissed the inside of my calf and then removed the other boot. “That’s something I’d like to see. You naked on my bed with those boots on and your legs spread eagle for me. When I’ve had my fill of that sinful view, I’m going to crawl up the bed and eat your pussy real slow-like until you purr.”
    I leaned up on my elbows and eye-fucked him then without shame. Did he think he could tease me like that and not feel the effects? My lips pursed as the evidence of his arousal bulged against his pants. He leaned over to grab the waist of my jeans and I shimmied out of them with his help.
    “What’s this little gem?” he asked, crawling onto the bed next to me to take a closer look at the lizard-shaped navel ring I wore. “You didn’t have this last week. Why a lizard?”
    “Lizards are the spiritual symbol for dreams.” I rested my head on one hand and fingered the lizard with my other hand, pausing to feel the ridges of each sapphire lining the body. “I got it when I moved to