Page 58 of Playing the Player

All the built up anger and tension leaves my body the second Conor’s lips meet mine. The kiss isn't slow or soft. It’s rough and frantic and full of hunger and need. His tongue teases mine, licking at me before pulling away and repeating.

My fingers tangle in his hair, my legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to me, leaving no space between us. He grinds himself against my already soaked pussy, causing a delicious friction that has me moaning into his mouth.

“You’re so responsive, baby.” Conor groans into my ear, kissing and sucking on my neck. The barely there bed sheet that was keeping my body covered has slipped down around my waist, exposing my breasts to Conor’s dangerous gaze. My body feels like it’s on fire as his eyes move over me. He takes a handful of my breast, squeezing and kneading as his lips find mine again. He pinches my nipple hard and then kneads it with his hand, squeezing gently again. The pain heightens the pleasure causing arousal to leak out of me. It’s a feeling I’ve never felt before. It’s so intense, the familiar feeling already starting low in my stomach. The second this man touches my bare pussy, I will explode. And I need it.

Conor runs his tongue down my skin until he reaches my breast. He takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly. I arch into him, needing more. “You’re so perfect.” He moves onto my other nipple and gives it the same attention. The more I moan, the harder he sucks and fuck, it feels so good.

“Conor, please.” I beg, vibrating with so much need.

“Please what? Tell me what you want, baby.” Grinding his length into me again, he releases my nipple with a pop.

“God.” I moan, my hips bucking involuntarily, seeking the friction I so desperately need.

“You want God?” Conor says, an evil smirk playing on his swollen lips. “I’m sure I can make that happen.” He licks his way down my stomach, moving the bed sheet down as he goes. There’s something so sexy about being fully naked while the man above me is fully clothed. I don’t know how to describe it. It's like I'm completely at his mercy.

Once the sheet is gone, Conor leans back, eyes locked on my exposed pussy. “Your cunt is so wet for me.”

“Fuuuck.” I’ve never had a man talk dirty to me before. Conor’s lips on the inside of my thigh brings me back to the present. He sucks on the sensitive skin until I’m a writhing, sticky mess beneath him. “Please, Conor. Touch me.”

He chuckles as he moves to my pussy, his hot breath fanning across me. Bringing his hand up, he circles my clit as I moan, and then spreads me. The second his tongue touches me, I see stars. Flattening his tongue, he licks up the length of me before he licks and sucks my clit, gently at first, finding his rhythm. I curse and moan, heat pulling low in my belly. He’s gonna make me come in record time.

He sucks on me hard and I scream, my hips bucking off the bed. He moves one hand to below my ass, grabbing a handful of my cheek and lifting my hips up. The change in angle makes the feelings more intense.

But none of that compares to when he brings his hand to my pussy, inserting one, thick finger into my wet heat, finding a steady, relentless rhythm. “Yes, yes, God, yes.” He sucks on my clit harder and fuck it feels so good. Too good.

“Are you gonna strangle my cock the same way you’re doing to my finger?”

“Yesss.”

“Good girl.”

Conor adds a second finger while he swirls his tongue around my clit. “Fuck!” He crooks his fingers, hitting the spot that’s gonna throw me over the edge. “I’m gonna come.” I pant and he doesn't stop. He keeps the same rhythm, the same pace, bringing me closer to the edge.

My spine tingles, my skin flushes hot and I go still, waiting for the moment of ecstasy that’s about to pour over me. “Conor, fuck!” I scream, the orgasm hitting harder than it ever has before. My whole body shakes and my hips buck in a desperate attempt to get away from the intensity, but Conor holds me in place, letting the orgasm ride out until the end.

His mouth slows as the overwhelming sensation fades, before he sits up, staring down at me in awe. “You’re unreal.” He breathes out, wiping the evidence of my arousal off his face before coming down on top of me and taking my lips. “That was so fucking hot.” Conor says between kisses. I can taste myself on his tongue. It feels so dirty but so fucking good.

“Fuck me, Conor. Please.” I beg him. All my dignity has gone out the window as I move his shorts down past his hips. He sits up, pulling his shirt over his head and then leans forward so I can continue pulling his shorts off. Fuck me, this man is breathtaking. He’s so muscly and defined and seeing him in the shower did not do him justice.

“Have you got condoms?" He leans down, kissing along my collar bone. "I didn’t bring any.”

“No,” I sigh, “but I’m clean.”

“Me too.”

“And I have the implant.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I trust you.” There’s so much emotion swirling in his deep blues at my admission. It’s true. I do trust him. I trust him with my life, just not with my heart. “Fuck me, Conor.”

He lines himself up with my entrance, looking at me once more for confirmation. I nod softly and take a deep breath as he slowly pushes in. It’s uncomfortable as my walls stretch around him, accommodating to his size, but it feels so fucking good, a welcome intrusion. “You’re so tight, Sash.” I whimper at his words, a rush of liquid spilling out of me, past his cock.

When Conor pushes himself all the way inside me, I scream. His hardness hits the spot deep inside that makes me lose control. He pulls out at an agonizing pace before pushing in again in one hard thrust. “Fuck!” We both shout in unison.

Conor picks up his pace, moving in and out at a relentless speed. One hand is gripping the headboard above my head while the other toys with my nipple. “Look at you, taking my cock so well.” Oh my God, this man’s mouth was made for sin. “Good fucking girl.”

“I’m gonna come.”