Page 62 of Filthy Player
Funny I found it with the first woman not impressed by my money and willing to douse me with ice.
She gasped my name, rocking into me, increasing the speed and pressure until I feared we wouldn’t make it to the final event.
I slapped her hand away.
No way was I missing out, and time was ticking down.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Yessss.”
Her reply was needy, so damn greedy for me. I felt the same way.
Then I was pulling back, lining us up, gripping her hip with one hand and sliding inside her.
“Shit,” I hissed.
Hot, wet heat surrounded me and holy shit condoms were the giant lying sack of shit things other guys had always said they were. Fucking heat surrounded my dick and I felt her walls, so damn tight around me. All of it minimized by rubber I was never.wearing.again when it came to Paige.
“Holy shit,” I chanted curses. Sweat beaded at my temples. “This feels so fucking good.”
“I know,” she whimpered. “Move.”
“I’m afraid I might come.” I wasn’t even ashamed to admit it. That’s how damn good she felt. Like winning the Super Bowl, except hotter. Better. Sexier.
Her laugh was blissful, quiet but sweet, it made her cunt grip around me. I shoved balls deep inside her, rocking out. And damn…sex with Paige wasn’t just hot or sexy.
It was fun.
She wasn’t only different from other women, she was something special. Someone special who could grow to mean a hell of a lot to me, or she already did.
“Brace yourself, honey,” I ordered, moving her hand back to the wall.
I moved, snapping my hips against her ass, my balls slamming against her. I took her hard. Rough. Fast.
She ate it up and demanded more, crying my name and digging at the walls with her hands.
I added my fingers, teased her, shoved a hand up her shirt to push her bra out of the way so I could wrap my hand around her breast, pinch her nipples.
I tugged and pulled, took her wildly against the wall, and when she came, throwing her head back to my shoulder, her entire body quivering and shaking with pleasure, her pussy gripped me tight like a vise. I followed her over the edge, slamming into her, releasing inside of her.
At the last second, I pulled out, shoved her shirt up her back, and wrapped my hand around my dick, tugged…and splashed the rest of me onto her ass.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
I collapsed against her, careful of my cum and her body and pressed my fingers back to her pussy, fucking her with my fingers. I was inside of her, in more ways than one. She chanted my name and no more and please and yes, unable to make up her own damn mind on what she wanted, but she took what I was giving like such a good girl.
I took her mouth right as she lost herself in another climax. I wrapped my other hand around her waist, holding her up as I rubbed her clit, took her through her second orgasm until she was spent, panting into my mouth, hot and sweaty.
A perfect match for me.
“Goodness,” she whispered, shaking her head back and forth. “That was insane. Did you…did you come on me?”
“Yeah.” She looked surprised. I was, too. “Told you, you in my shirt, claiming me, I don’t know what came over me but I had to do the same.”
She laughed and shook her head like I was crazy. Which was fine. I felt crazy around her.
“I need to go clean up. Quickly.”
