Page 115 of Dirty Player
My other hand went to her ass and I pressed my thumb against her puckered hole.
I wasn’t fucking her this time. She was on her hands and knees, fucking me, rocking her hips back as she slid along the length of my shaft—and damn, she was so fucking gorgeous taking everything she wanted from me without shame that I had to fight to not explode before she did.
“Yes,” she whimpered. She faltered in her hurried movements when I pressed my thumb against her, not entering, just teasing. “Oliver, please.”
“Your ass?” I grunted. “You want me filling your ass? You like it, don’t you? So fucking naughty for me.”
“Please.”
“No.” I pulled my hand back and smacked her ass, loving the way she jumped at the sting of the pain and reared back into me at the same time. “Fuck me, Shannon.”
I held her against my hips as my orgasm began to coil tight in my balls. Bending over her, I hit her deeper. I wanted her to be consumed by me.
We’d made love earlier and we’d eaten. Then we’d taken a nap, naked and tangled in her bed, before I’d woken up with her mouth wrapped around my dick.
She sucked me until I was hard and ready and then rolled to her knees, a soft, pleading tone in her voice when she whispered, “Fuck me, please. I’ve missed you.”
And hell if it hadn’t undone me. I’d missed her too.
I always would when she wasn’t around me.
“Shannon, honey.” I grunted and pulled her against me.
Her hands slid out from beneath her until she fell to her elbows, and I knew she was close. But fuck, she felt so good.
“You’re so fucking hot and tight wrapped around me, honey. Take me. All of it. Show me what you like.”
“You,” she whimpered, her cunt beginning to get tight around me. “I like you.”
I reached down and wrapped a hand around her throat, pulling her up to me until her back was to my chest. I didn’t put pressure there, but held her firmly. “You love me.”
She cried out from the change in position and her hands flew to my wrist in front of her. The fingers of my other hand pressed and rolled against her clit.
“Say it,” I growled in her ear, fucking her harder. Her eyes closed and her head fell back against my shoulder. Damn it, she was so tiny and malleable in my arms. So fucking turned on by everything I did to her. I would never get sick of her.
Never stop desiring her body or her laughter or her smiles or her cunt.
I’d never stop loving her.
“Say you love me,” I said. “I need to hear it.”
She must have heard the depth of my voice, the honesty buried inside that she’d always seem to rip from me whether I wanted it or not.
“I love you,” she panted. “I love you, Oliver.”
She came then, my thumb on her clit, my hand at her throat, and my dick buried deep.
It still wasn’t enough, and as she came in my arms and around my dick, I followed quickly, grunting that I loved her too while I shot my load deep inside of her.
I pushed her forward, cushioning her fall, and settled my weight over hers, bracing up on an elbow to avoid crushing her. We rode out our orgasms connected, slowly, and when she’d drained every drop from me and she’d stopped tightening around my dick, I stayed inside of her, pulling out and pushing in at a languid pace.
She trembled beneath me, and I saw her lips tilt to a smile. “I like it when you do that,” she whispered. “Just like this.”
“I like it when you’re beneath me,” I replied and brushed hair off her cheeks until I could see her eyes. “I’m still really sorry, Shannon. I’m so sorry I hurt you so bad. I’ll do my best to not let it happen in the future.”
“I know,” she said softly. “But I forgive you, and I love you.”
I brushed my lips against her cheek. “I love you too.”
