Page 48 of Her Player

I bent her over a fucking lifted bench.

“That’s it,” I said roughly as she gasped at the sensations from the new angle, “lay there and take it like a good girl. You don’t want to take care of yourself? I’ll force the care on you.”

“Oh my Goooood,” she groaned out.

I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, snarling in her ear. “There is no god for you here. Only me.”

Her hands clamored back, trying to find purchase as I used her body for my wanton pleasures. Every morning in the shower to the thought of her. Every win I celebrated alone thinking about what it would feel like to have her there. All of it building to this moment, this woman, this body under my hands.

And as she unraveled against me again, I slid my hand away from her mouth.

Down her clothed torso.

Until my fingers buried themselves against her clit.

“Rhett, I can’t,” she whimpered.

I chuckled darkly against her ear as I turned us around, sitting down onto the lifted bench. With her pussy still staked on my cock, I reached my hands around her legs and spread them wide. I hooked them over my legs, baring her drenched pussy to the empty weight room as her walls clenched around me.

“Oh shit,” she gasped out.

My fingers slowly swirled around her soaking wet clit. The sounds alone made me groan, and I teased her oversensitive nub as I kissed along her neck.

“Rhett, oh fuck,” she whispered as she bucked against my hand.

I bucked her against my cock.

“That’s it, sweet girl,” I encouraged as I peppered kisses along the nape of her neck. “Take what you want from me.”

“Oh my God. Holy fuck. I… I… Rhett… it’s too much. I—I-I-I-I⁠—”

I chuckled at the way her words fell apart. I teased my thumb over the tip of her bud, keeping my movements soft. She rolled her hips, engulfing my cock with her channel.

“It feels so good. So fucking good. It’s so… so… Rhett!”

I didn’t even care that her voice echoed off the corners of the weight room. Let them hear. Let the janitor hear whatever the hell it was that he would. I wanted the entire fucking world to know that Victoria Caldwell finally opened up.

And it was to me.

“Fuck,” I snarled as her pussy finally pulled me over the edge.

I slammed up into her hips once, bucking her back against me. I caged my arm around her waist, holding her close as my fingers pressed hard into her clit. She ground against me, losing control over herself and moving however her body pleased. The broken sounds of unformed words had nothing on how beautiful submissive she had become to me.

And when I felt her collapse from the force of her string of orgasms, I cupped her pussy with my palm as the efforts of her walls pushed my sopping wet cock out from between her legs.

“I got you,” I murmured as she collapsed back against me.

Her head fell onto my shoulder, and I pressed a soft kiss to her sweating cheek.

“Holy fuck,” she breathed as she panted for air.

I chuckled before I pressed a kiss to the side of her mouth. “Wanna lay down for a cuddle?”

She grimaced as she lay there on my shoulder. “On this floor? I’d rather get tetanus. There’s no telling what’s on this floor.”

Huh.

If she was that articulate after what we’d just done, I’d have to try harder next time.