Page 95 of Dirty Player
I adjusted them on the bridge of my nose and winked. “We’ll see to that later.”
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“You doing okay?” I asked, my voice tight with the need to sink inside of her. Instead, I had three fingers in her ass as she writhed beneath me, her legs spread wide on my bed.
It was Sunday night, and I’d had the weekend of my fantasies. I now had a memory of fucking her everywhere in my house, every way I’d wanted to take her. She’d worked beside me with the horses, and when we weren’t walking around my land where I showed her all my favorite parts on horse and on foot, we’d spent time in front of the television hanging out, cooking meals together.
This morning she went to the game with me, sat next to Rudolph’s wife in the seats Beaux had bought for her, and cheered us on to a victory.
And the best part? It was only the beginning.
I’d wanted to fuck her one last time in my bed, slowly and passionately, taking all the time we had left. But then she’d looked at me and grinned, blush hitting her cheeks, and she’d timidly asked, “Can you fuck me…there…with your glasses on?” I’d changed course immediately.
I’d oblige her anything when she looked at me like that.
“I’m good.” Her lips parted and her eyes widened, looking down to where I was taking my time preparing her.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?”
She nodded, but doubt still warred in her cocoa-colored eyes. That was okay, too. I had all the time in the world to prove that to her.
“Please, Oliver.”
I loved it when she begged. Loved it when she bucked her hips toward me, seeking more of what she wanted from me. But the begging hit me straight in my already hard dick every damn time.
“You need to be ready,” I said, looking down at her glistening pussy. If I rolled my tongue around her clit, she’d come in a heartbeat. “Bare?” I asked again. I’d taken her that way every night, but this was different.
“Yes,” she answered immediately, panting. “Now. I’m good. Ready.”
I leaned down, laughing softly while I kissed her and used my fingers to continue stretching her. I swallowed her groans and my balls grew tight and heavy.
Fuck. I’d shoot as soon as I was inside her. She was so tight. So hot.
So fucking deliciously naughty.
There was no way I wouldn’t have fallen in love with this woman.
Sliding my fingers out of her, I placed my tip at her entrance. “I’ll go slow,” I assured her, pressing against her. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
Her hands hit my hips and she stole my breath with the desperation in her voice. “Don’t stop. Never.”
Slowly, I began to slide into her, watching her expression as I stretched her wider than she’d been before.
Her eyes widened in surprise and then she flinched as I pressed the head of my cock inside of her.
“Just a minute, Shan. Let me get inside and I’ll stop.”
She nodded frantically, her fingers digging into my hips. “Hurry.”
I pushed inside of her, sliding my fingers against her clit to give her another sensation to focus on.
“Just relax. There you go, good girl.” Her hips arched up, seeking more, and that one quick move from her pushed me deep inside of her.
“Fuck,” I groaned, closing my eyes. She was like a damn vise, squeezing my dick hard and tight while sucking me into her at the same time.
“Move,” she moaned. “Move something, anything.”
I bit back a laugh at her desperateness and slid my fingers against her clit. She was so fucking drenched. Hot and wet, her cream glistened all over the lips of her pussy.
