Page 114 of Dirty Player
Fucking Christ. She slayed me.
A low groan bubbled from me and I pushed her back just enough so I could reach her lips with mine.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” I whispered, my nose brushing against hers. “And you’re going to fucking love it.”
She laughed softly and nodded. “Please.”
I took her mouth harshly. My need was too great, my desire to show her how much her trust and forgiveness and love meant to me. I slid my tongue into her mouth and devoured her, unable to stop my hands from roaming her sides, pulling her to me. The kiss was frantic and wild, like so much of what we were.
I lost myself in it, lost myself in the feel of her and her scent and her taste, and before I knew it I had her in my arms, my cock against the center of her, and I placed her on the top of a counter.
Her fingers dug into my shoulders, through my shirt. I relished the pain. I wanted her to hurt me, give me the pain I’d caused in her.
She whimpered as I held her against my hard dick, rocking against me.
I swallowed her cries as we lost ourselves in the moment, lost ourselves in each other, and it was only a humored throat clearing that pulled my attention away from her.
We were both panting when we turned our heads toward the sound.
“Fuck,” I whispered when I saw Melissa leaning against a wall, arms crossed over her chest, a very amused smile on her face.
“I forgot she was here,” Shannon whispered and then giggled.
Fucking giggled.
“Now that’s what I like to see,” Melissa said. “I very much like you making her laugh rather than making her cry.”
Melissa’s smile disappeared and I sobered.
“Me too.”
“See that you do it more often then.”
With fucking pleasure. “I will,” I promised Melissa. “Now can we get back to it?”
“Oliver!” Shannon smacked me against my chest, but it lacked any heat.
“Oh no,” Melissa said, lifting her hand in a wave. “I’ll let myself out. You two…” She paused and winked. “Well, you two just get back to whatever it was you were doing before.”
“I love you, Missy Pissy,” Shannon said.
I could have let her go to hug her friend, but I didn’t. She was in my arms, and I was going to keep her there until I was done with her. And I’d had days to plan out our make-up sex. I was stocked full of fantasies.
“I love you too, Shanna Banana.”
I laughed at their crazy nicknames and said goodbye to Melissa before she walked down the hallway.
“We should finish this somewhere else,” I said, turning back to Shannon.
“I have work to do,” Shannon said, and my gut tightened. My dick was still hard against her. I needed inside of her.
Now.
Then she grinned and ran a finger down my jaw. “But it can wait.”
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One of my hands slid around to her front and pressed against her clit.
