Page 92 of Dirty Player
I pressed my forehead into his bed, gripping his tie with my fingertips. “Ready.”
He coated me with lube, the cooling sensation sparking goose bumps on my backside, before he slid a finger inside methere.It burned and stretched but was so deliciously wonderful at the same time.
I pushed back into him, groaning at the sensation I was already beginning to enjoy.
“Damn, this is so damn hot,” he growled as he removed his finger.
The rounded tip of the plug that had once terrified me brushed against my opening. Now, curiosity and need toppled it. He pushed, twisted it while I forced my body to relax.
And then he pushed in. I braced myself with my elbows and knees, pushing into the bed at the same time his other hand snaked around to my front. He played with my nipples, ran his hand over my stomach, and whispered encouraging words to me as he slowly pushed it in farther.
“Fuck.” I gasped as I let the plug begin to widen, stretch me open and further than he had before. The burn was minor compared to the sensations rioting inside me.
“You’re doing so well,” he crooned, sliding his tongue and his teeth against the column of my exposed my throat. “So fucking good. I can’t wait to fuck you while you’re full of this plug. You’re going to lose your damn mind.”
I already had. Everything he did made my thighs tremble, made me wetter. Made my core tighten and pulse.
“Ah.” He pressed the plug inside of me and I groaned. His hand at my stomach drifted lower, his thumb running along my clit.
“Fucking hell, you’re soaked.”
“I know. Please.” I wanted more. Needed more. I had never been so restrained, so full…so fucking needy I thought my heart would shoot out of my chest. “Oliver.”
He kissed my cheek again and moved back until he was behind me, his knees pushing me apart, and then he was pushing his thick cock inside of me.
My back arched at the sensation—the fullness in my backside along with him now. Bare. Hard.
Sodamn good.
“Hell, you’re so tight now, I can hardly move.”
“Do it.”
My plea frayed the last thread of his control and Oliver moved. He pulled out and thrust in, slamming inside me until he pushed me forward. My arms slid out in front of me, his hands on my hips kept me open for him. I gripped his tie feverishly as he fucked me, slamming his dick inside of me before slowly dragging it out. Every sensation intensified tenfold as he slid along the ridged flesh inside of me
He fucked me frantically, burying himself inside of me. He was splitting me apart and at the same time putting me back together.
“Oliver!” I screamed his name as my orgasm hit me out of the blue. I squeezed my eyes closed against the onslaught of his hips pounding against mine and the wild sensations shaking my body.
“Fucking beautiful,” he groaned, slowing down as the aftershocks left my body. He leaned forward, and with one hand quickly untied my wrists before he slid out of me and turned me to my back.
He slid back inside, pushing my legs wide and high. “Hold on to your legs. Keep them spread for me.”
I gripped them despite my arms feeling languid and my body like jelly.
“Eyes on me,” he growled as he dropped down closer to me. “Every fucking time I slide inside of you I feel every part of you.”
Every time he slid inside of me, I gave him every part of me. It was unavoidable and I’d long since quit trying to hold anything back.
I pressed my legs to his sides and rested a hand to his cheek. “You feel amazing inside of me.”
Every shift of his body made the plug scrape against me, causing delicious friction inside me and sending myriad sensations throughout my body.
I kept my eyes on him, my hand pressed to his cheek as he continued fucking me, sliding in and out quickly and smoothly, until his jaw tightened and his teeth gritted together. “Fucking hell,” he groaned and dropped his head and his eye contact from me. “I’m going to come.”
“Please,” I urged. “Inside of me.”
I wanted him, all of him.
