Hard & Fast (Rules to Break #1) Read Online Free PDF

into his hard cock, which is strained against his jeans. To my horror, I let out a groan. He grins against my lips and breaks away, his mouth moving to my throat. I tip my head back to give him better access, my pulse hammering in my neck.
    His mouth moves down to my collarbone and starbursts of pleasure ripple through me, my body spiralling out of control. He caresses my breasts through the thin material of my blouse, then, without warning, he rips it open. I gasp as the material breaks wide, exposing my chest, heaving in a black and pink lace bra. He studies me. That same dark hunger I saw in his face the first day in his room is back as he traces the lace delicately. Then he snags the material down with one finger, revealing my breast. I should feel shy. But I don’t. I want Cole to see all of me.
    I’m breathing fast as he takes my hard nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, his stubble grating my breast so that hot liquid pleasure shoots into my belly. His fingers tease the edge of my skirt. I want him to touch me so badly that I guide his hand down to slide over my panties.
    “You’re so wet,” he growls. His low, throaty voice makes my body tremble. He pulls the damp material aside and circles his fingertips slowly over my clit until I’m on fire with need, my body a violin string stretched tight and ready to sing. The whole time, he watches my face for my reaction, his breaths coming harder and faster and a dark grin turning up his lips. God, his lips are sexy. Sensual. Without thinking it through, I lean forward and take his bottom lip between my teeth, sucking it into my mouth. His eyes flutter closed in pure bliss.
    “Fuck me,” I whisper harshly, knowing exactly what the words will do to him.
    He growls, and I reach between us and unzip his pants, pulling them down around his hips until he’s hard and pulsing in my grip. A thrill goes through me. I’m doing this, I think. I’m making this man feel this way. I rub his erection against my wetness and he groans painfully.
    “Fuck, wait.”
    He reaches into the pocket of his pants and pulls out a package, ripping it apart with his teeth. He slides the condom on, and I dig my fingers into his hips, urging him to hurry, please hurry.
    He yanks my panties aside and shoves inside me in one fluid motion. I cry out with relief as he fills me with his shockingly hard cock.
    “You like that?” The rumble of his voice against my neck sends electricity racing through me. I tremble, but instead of fucking me harder, he drives into me with achingly slow thrusts until I’m begging him, please , as his fingers and mouth tease, grope, search and that aching pressure builds and builds. He keeps his eyes open as he fucks me, and I don’t think anything has ever been so erotic, so sexy, and I’m climbing, climbing, soaring.
    Someone bangs on the door, and I jump. My eyes meet Cole’s. His jaw tenses and he clears his throat.
    “What?” he calls, his voice tight and strained.
    A flustered female responds, “Alan really would like you to return to the set.”
    “I’m busy right now,” he answers.
    I cling to Cole, practically vibrating as I fight the urge to grind myself into his cock to finish the job. My legs are shaky and unstable beneath me, and I know that if it weren’t for him pressing me into the door, I wouldn’t be able to stand.
    “He’s really insistent that you come back,” the woman says nervously.
    Cole squeezes his eyes shut as if in physical pain. He groans. “Fine. Give me a minute.”
    He pulls out of me and yanks his pants up over his dick with the condom still on, then retreats to a bathroom. I shiver against the sudden cold and wrap my ruined shirt around myself, my groin still pulsing with need.
    Cole’s out of the bathroom a moment later. “Sorry,” he says. “I’ll get you a new shirt.”
    “It’s fine,” I mutter, still stunned at what just happened.
    “You can find a T-shirt to wear home.”
    I nod.
    He gestures