The Virgin Rule Book (Rules of Love 1) Lauren Blakely (fastest ebook reader .TXT) 📖

She trembles with desire.

This is bliss, perfect fucking bliss, this evidence of her arousal in the delicious rise of her clit.

She’s so wet, so slick. Her moans are like jolts of electricity as I stroke her, traveling along her soft, wet folds.

She pants and moans. “Yes, do that. I’ve never . . .” But she doesn’t finish the thought.

My ears perk up, hearing what’s unsaid.

Never.

Does that mean what I think it does?

Her pace riding my cock quickens, as her breath comes faster, her groans and moans more frenzied.

With one hand still gripping her hip, my other hand delights in the paradise of her sweet, wet pussy. I follow her noises, touching her clit exactly the way she seems to want.

A way that makes her murmur and sigh, moan and writhe.

She’s a sight to behold as she chases her pleasure.

An absolute sensual beauty rocking on me.

My dick is a steel rod in my boxer briefs. Hell, it’s her fucking dildo right now, and as horny as I am, as turned on as I am, I’m so fucking happy she’s using me like this, like a horse she wants to ride. May she gallop away on me into the sunset of a massive orgasm.

“Use me for whatever you need, baby,” I say, urging her on as she grinds and dips and fucks. I kiss my way up to her ear. “Love the noises you make. Love the way you ride me.”

She gasps, words seeming out of reach as she treats me like her bucking bronco.

I’m a furnace, but I don’t care if I overheat—all I want is for her to shatter. She lifts her face from my shoulder. Her jaw is tight, her eyes squeezed shut. When she opens them, they’re glazed over with lust.

Pushing harder against my dick, she drops her lips onto mine, kissing me savagely, then so damn sloppily. “Yes, oh God, I’m coming.”

With another stroke of my fingers, another rub over her diamond clit, she trembles and shakes, crying out her release.

Her whole body seems to flush with pleasure. And God knows mine is too. She raises her face and meets my eyes, looking so damn happy.

She smiles the most wonderful smile I’ve ever seen, and God, I’m horny as a lion in heat. I grit my teeth because we’ll be at the gala soon and I need to rein this in.

Time to picture baby animals.

Ducklings floating across the pond, kittens nursing on their mamas, anything to forget that all my blood has rushed south of the border.

But then Nadia slides off me, drops between my legs, and gets to her knees.

I barely have time to think.

Hell, I don’t want to think.

She looks up at me as she sets a hand on the steel outline of my cock in my boxer briefs. “Can I?”

Well, I’m not saying no.

I’m saying, “Fuck yes.”

I shove my briefs down, freeing my cock.

Her eyes widen, and her grin turns fully wicked. “I like your cock.”

I pump a fist. “I knew you’d say ‘cock.’”

“I can say ‘cock,’ and I can suck your cock,” she says. My dick twitches its thanks.

She draws the head between her lips, then I groan as she takes me in farther. My hips jerk up. My muscles tense with pleasure. She wraps a hand around the base and licks a long teasing stripe up my shaft.

“Yes,” I rasp.

And then everything becomes a blur of lips and heat.

Of pleasure and lust.

I thread my fingers through her curls, careful with her hair. I wrap my other hand around the back of her neck, letting her set the pace. I won’t need much. I’m already on the edge. I’m already primed, ready to shoot.

She doesn’t need to deep throat me. Her mouth covering most of me is all I need, and she gives me that as she sucks and kisses and licks. Sensations sizzle down my spine like an electrical wire snapping with a burst of sparks.

I hit the edge in seconds, my orgasm blasting through me at breakneck speed, and I grunt, “Coming.”

My friend, my plus-one, the virgin on her knees, sucks me down, drinks my come, then lets me fall from her lips with a loud, wet pop as she runs a tongue over her bottom lip.

I bring my hand to the bridge of my nose, pinching it in delicious disbelief.

She’s a woman who knows her mind and her body. She’s the sexiest innocent vixen ever, and I want to experience all of her.

I reach for her hand, pull her up next to me, wrap my arms around her, then press a kiss to her lips. “You’re stunning, and now I want you even more.”

“Funny how that works. I want you too.”

I swipe her hair away from her face, helping to straighten it. “Question for you though. You said ‘never’ when I was touching you. Have you never come like that before?”

She grins, then gives an impish little shrug. “Others have tried. Others have failed. This was another first.”

Pride suffuses me. But it’s more than pride.

It’s something else entirely.

Delight?

No.

Happiness?

That seems too obvious.

Maybe I’m simply happy to give this woman so many firsts.

She deserves them, yes. But I love, too, that she’s experiencing them with me.

She finds some mouthwash in the limo—props to the driver for being well stocked—and we straighten up thoroughly then step out of the limo, put together once more.

On the street, she eyes me up and down. “Looking good, twenty-two. No one would suspect we’ve been up to anything.”

“Exactly. Just that we’ve been following all the rules.”

She chuckles like we have a private joke, and we do. “We have definitely been following our rules,” she whispers.

“Our rules are important,” I add.

She turns to head into the hotel then spins around again, her gaze roaming over my face.

“Wait,” she says, stopping to neaten an errant strand of hair on my forehead. Her fingers brush lightly over my skin. Her soft touch feels unexpectedly familiar, like we do this when we go out, like she fixes my tie