Page 46 of Dirty Player
But damn if being on the receiving end wasn’t sexy as hell.
“I’m not someone who sits on the sidelines and blindly follows orders.”
We’d see about that. Someday I’d have her blindfolded and following orders and she’d love it.
My hand went to the zipper of my dress pants and I dropped them so they pooled at my feet before I kicked off my shoes and socks.
My boxers were next. They fell to the floor and I wrapped my hand around my cock, keeping my eyes on her until she followed my movement.
“Get naked and get over here,” I said, walking to the counter. I didn’t take my eyes off her while her fingers fumbled at the button of her jeans and then her zipper.
“Beautiful,” I murmured, the praise falling unbidden from my lips. With curves and tits and legs for days, I didn’t know where to start with her.
I dropped my hand from my dick and gripped her hips, lifting her and placing her at the edge of the counter. She was so short that fucking her from behind hadn’t been easy. At this height, I could slide my dick straight into her.
“Spread your legs and place your palms on the counter behind you.”
“Oliver,” she whispered, her voice husky. “I’m already wet for you.”
“I know.” I smirked. “And I want to see it, watch you play with yourself before I fuck you and eat you and do all the things to you I’ve already promised.”
Another dozen ideas flashed through my mind as she slid her legs further apart. Her wetness, her desire for me, slickened the insides of her thighs and made her pussy pink and glistening.
Fuck, she was beautiful. I wanted my come all over her. Her tits, her ass, her stomach. I wanted to mark her. Claim her.
She’s temporary.
My lip curled at the loud reminder shouting at me, but my dick was in charge all over again.
“Wider,” I demanded and began tugging on my dick so she could see what she was doing to me. “Slide your fingers through your pussy.”
Her muscles tightened at my command. Little breathless pants fell from her lips. Her chest heaved, making her breasts shake with the movement. Every time they did, I wanted to wrap my lips around the hardened, darkened nipples until my mouth was full of her.
“Help me,” she whispered, adjusting herself on the counter but still listening. “I want you to help me.”
“Help you come?”
I received an immediate nod.
“No fucking way. This first time you’re doing it yourself, showing me what you like and what you want. Show me what you did to yourself this week when you were alone in bed, naked and thinking of me.”
My eyes met hers when she inhaled a gasp.
Dirty, dirty girl. God, I loved that. The look she gave me made my cock harden even more.
“You did, didn’t you? You slid your fingers deep inside your pussy, only to be frustrated it wasn’t my cock inside you.”
“Shit.” She gasped as her fingers began sliding around her clit. Her fingernails were painted a light pink, lighter than her flesh. The sounds of her wet sex filled the room, magnified by her quick breaths.
“Yes,” she whispered, her hips bucking into her hand. “I thought of you.”
It was all I wanted to hear, needed to hear it more than I understood.
I stepped forward and continued running my hand down my long and heavy and hot shaft. My head brushed against her clit as she teased herself. I couldn’t wait to be inside her, but I wanted to drive her crazy first.
My balls were already pulled tight, my spine heated as her fingers continued pressing against her flesh, her clit, slow circles then fast as she widened her legs and her inner thigh muscles began to tremble.
“Do it,” I whispered, not taking my eyes off her quivering pussy. “Fuck yourself and let me see you come.”
