Page 90 of Her Player

I stared at us in the mirror.

“See how beautiful you look?” Rhett glowered as he hovered behind me.

He looked like power and sounded like command. Brutish and broad, with muscles that twitched beneath the hairy softness that kept me warm at night. He slowly pushed himself in again, just to the tip, and then slammed back in, lurching me against the countertop.

“Rhett!” I cried out.

“Thank yourself,” he rumbled.

My eyes flew open and I caught his glare in the mirror. Was he fucking serious?

“Now,” he commanded, “or I’m the only one that gets to come next.”

That’s when he slowly dragged his cock out before sliding it in between my folds, tickling my oversensitive clit. I whimpered as my head fell forward, and I ground my hips back against his pelvis. The sopping wet cockhead of his erection rubbed against my swollen mound, pulling ethereal sounds from the back of my throat. I braced my hands against the countertop. I bucked back against him, seeking out my pleasure as he stood there behind me.

That was until he tilted his hips and plunged right back into my depths.

“No, no, no, no,” I whimpered breathlessly, “I was so close.”

His grip on my hair tightened as he lifted my half-hooded eyes to the mirror. He looked positively beastly with sweat dripping down his face and those icy blue eyes of his holding my reflection in the mirror.

“I said thank yourself,” he glowered.

He rolled his hips slowly, grinding me against the countertop. Before I could even move my hands to cover the harsh edges, his hand moved to where I would have moved mine. Not only did his hand blanket the swell of my stomach against the edge of the countertop, but it gave his knuckles access to my pussy as I stood onto my tiptoes, wanting more of him inside of me.

His knuckles grazed my clit with every thrust that bucked me against his hand.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

He paused. “Say it.”

“Rhett,” I whimpered. “Do you want me to beg? I’ll beg, I swear. Just… just one more. Please.”

His grip was impossibly tight against my scalp as his lips fell to the shell of my ear. “You know what I want.”

And finally, I relented as I ground my ass against his hips. “Thank you, Victoria.”

“Again,” he said as he pumped into me once.

“Thank you, Victoria,” I said as I looked at my reflection.

“For what?” he growled.

He punctuated my sentences with a thrust as if rewarding me for everything I said. “For always being the strong one.” Thrust. “For always being the dependable one.” Thrust.

“Keep going,” he commanded.

“F-f-f—for always… being there for family.” Thrust. “For keeping the team afloat.” Thrust. “For staying alive, even when I didn’t want to be.” Thrust, thrust.

I groaned at the back-to-back, but I kept going, my voice nothing but a hoarse, pathetic whisper.

“For always waking up.” Thrust. “For always taking the next breath.” Thrust. “Thank you for always finding distractions when things got bad.” Thrust, thrust.

“And thank you,” Rhett growled as he picked up the pace, “for hanging on, even when you didn’t have a reason to.”

He pounded against me, my clit bouncing against his scarred knuckles. He took what he wanted from me, and I allowed him. I let him overwhelm me as he pounded into my body. I lost myself in the motions. In the thrusts. In the way he manipulated my body perfectly.

And before I knew it, the two of us fell over the edge together.