Page 72 of Dirty Player
“Good morning.” I pressed my lips along the exposed column of her throat, pushing back her wild and sexy curls. Goose bumps flared on her skin, following the trail of my mouth. My fingers continued teasing her, running through her pussy before drifting away.
Her hips began rolling, her ass grinding against my erection.
She said my name again, a breath and a plea wrapped up in one.
“I like this,” I whispered as she shivered. Her cheeks were already flushed with want, her lips parted as she panted for me. “Like waking up with you, ready and hot for me.”
“Always.”
Hell. She was so damn sexy.
“I want you,” I said, my voice gruff with need. I woke up every morning, hard for her. The few nights we spent together weren’t enough. My body wanted hers, all the time. To show her what I wanted, I began pushing down the yoga pants she still had on from the night before, no underwear beneath them as if she’d been waiting for me the entire time. The previous night, I hadn’t taken her like I’d wanted to. I’d kissed her until our lips were raw and we fell asleep, and it was a night I’d remember forever. Because she came to me, angry and trusting and believing and gave herself so fully, so completely without reservation.
This morning, she’d take everything I gave her.
“Please.”
Her gasps became moans as I pushed her pants to her knees and removed her top. I removed my own clothing until we were settled on the couch, Shannon’s back pressed against my chest.
My hands roamed her skin, teased her nipples while I rubbed my thumbs over them, and she gasped and arched into my touch. My fingers pressed inside of her, opening and stretching her for me.
“That feels so good.” Her head pushed back into my shoulder and I began sucking on the sensitive flesh of her throat, tasting and touching her everywhere I could find.
“You’re so wet, so tight for me. Do you want my cock, Shannon?”
“Yes.” She pleaded and twisted her neck until her lips were against mine. I took what she offered, rolling us until I was above her. My tongue slid into her mouth, my hands moved everywhere I could reach—her cunt, her tits, her nipples as I plucked them. Every time I did, she whimpered into my mouth.
I pulled back, sliding onto the couch, and spread her legs, opening her to me. I pushed her wide open until one of her legs hit the floor and the other was draped over the back of the couch. God. So fucking beautiful. Her wet, pink cunt swollen and pulsing for me.
“You’re so fucking delicious. I want to taste you everywhere, all of the time.” My lips trailed down the length of her body until I reached her neatly shaven pussy—just a small patch of hair above it that drove me wild. I teased her there, just above her clit, and her fingers curled into the sheet beneath her. Her hips bucked up while I ran my tongue along the outer edges of her lips, around her clit, and then sank it firmly into the tight, hot hold of her.
“Oliver,” she groaned. Her whimpers increased while I drove her wild. I wanted to take her to the brink, over and over again, drive her wild, drive her out of her fucking mind like she always seemed to do me whenever I touched her.
My spine went hot, need beginning to heat my balls. Pre-cum dripped from my tip and I wrapped one hand around my shaft, pumping it hard and fast while I sucked on her clit. My fingers drove inside of her, curling deep within her until I pressed against her ridged flesh.
“Fucking come, Shannon,” I growled against her as she tightened around my fingers.
She spread her legs further and fell apart. Her clit was swollen, her taste like sweet heaven on my tongue. A taste I never wanted to forget.
I groaned against her as she began shaking and trembling beneath me, signaling the first wave of her climax as it rushed through. I knew her signs now, the way her thighs began to shake. The way she pushed against the armrest of the couch as if she didn’t know whether to flee from the sensation or thrust herself toward it.
As her orgasm started, I pulled out, eliciting a cry of frustration from her. “What the hell?”
I smirked and stood up. “You’ll get there.”
I was being cocky, and she growled at me in frustration. “Hurry.”
I’d hurry. And then I’d take my time once she got off once, but I needed in her. I reached down and yanked her hips toward the armrest, flipping her over with ease before I hauled her over the edge of the couch.
Her hands curled into the sheets and I pressed my hand against her shoulder blades. Her toes barely touched the floor and I lifted her, standing behind her as I ripped open a condom and rolled it on. “Stay still.”
She wiggled her hips, and I couldn’t help myself. My hand smacked the globes of her ass. A sick thrill shot through me as her ass jiggled and turned pink from the sting of my hand on her.
I’d marked her with my cum and my teeth.
I wanted to mark her with every part of me.
“Oliver.” She gasped my name, moaning and breathless, and I couldn’t stop.
