Page 40 of Property of Player

“Uh-uh, little one,” he purrs. “Don’t close them. Let me see, Taylor. Show me how wet you are.” He tugs my legs open, spreading them wide, and this time I let him.

His eyes drop to my soaked panties, and his face tightens in the candlelight, something wild and hungry reflected in his eyes. His hand slides up my thigh, and my breath catches with each inch, until his thumb brushes lightly over the lacy edge. I moan, trembling, and when my hips buck traitorously, pushing against his hand like my body is desperate for more, his eyes meet mine, and the blue depths darken.

His palm slides over the front of my panties, and I gasp, panting as the pleasure melts through me.

“So wet for me, baby,” he groans. His thumb strokes my pussy through the satin fabric, every drag across it lighting every sensitive nerve ending. Pleasure pulses as blood rushes to my pussy lips. My breath skitters in and out in anticipation of his next move.

I lie there, my bare breasts quivering in the flickering golden light of the candle’s flame.

He plants a hand on the mattress at my hip, and leans close, his breath on my bare thighs, making my skin prickle and shiver, and then he looks at me, his gaze locks with mine, and all I can do is drown in his eyes.

“I think we should take these off.”

His thumb keeps stroking me as his fingers slide to the edge of my panties. He hooks them at my hips and starts to tug them off, drawing it out as he peels them lower, until he can see my bare pussy.

“Fuck, Taylor,” he growls, his face blazing with lust and heat. His fingers tighten, tugging my panties off my legs.

My breath catches as I feel his beard across my thighs and then my bare pussy. He pauses for one second, his eyes flicking to mine, and I see the fire burning in them.

“Please,” I hiss quietly, desperate to feel his mouth on me.

He leans in, and when his tongue drags over my bare lips, I throw my head back and cry out as pleasure melts through me.

His tongue drags over my clit, and I gasp, trembling and bucking my hips wantonly against his mouth.

“You greedy for it, baby?” he purrs, grinning wickedly, his eyes blazing.

“Yes.”

He pushes his tongue into me, and I shudder in a breath as he fucks me with it. My body trembles and quivers. He licks me faster and more insistently, and his hands pin my thighs wide. That wicked tongue of his slides up and down my lips, pushing in, then sliding upward to swirl around my clit.

He settles his shoulders between my thighs, grabs each cheek of my ass with his big hands, and yanks me to him. My mouth goes slack and my eyes hood, lust and pleasure soaring through me. I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. He gives me what I want, his tongue swirling around my clit, again and again until I start to come undone.

“You taste so fucking sweet, baby. I’m gonna make this little pussy come all over my tongue,” he growls. Pleasure explodes through my body as he sucks my clit between his lips and then releases it to tease it mercilessly.

“Oh my God,” I pant.

He thrusts two fingers inside me, curling them to find that little trigger spot, and I buck wildly against him. He just tightens his hold, forcing me to take what he gives me.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes,” I moan, my head rolling from side to side. It’s never been like this with anyone else.

“I know you do. I still remember what you like.” He adds his thumb to my clit while those fingers work me faster and faster, until I throw my head back, arch my body, and explode, crying out in ecstasy.

I shudder, rubbing against him over and over, until finally I whimper and melt against the comforter.

I’m trembling as he moves over me, his hot body coming down on mine. His face is a mask of lust as he cups my jaw and crushes his lips to mine.

I taste myself on his lips and moan into his mouth.

He lifts his head, and his eyes blaze into mine.

“That was fucking beautiful, Taylor. I love watching you come for me. And I’m not nearly done with you, baby.”

His palm slides over my belly, across my ribs, and closes over the mound of my breast. He squeezes, and I arch into his hand. He rubs his thumb back and forth across my erect, sensitive nipple, and I suck in a breath.

“Oh God… more,” I whimper. My whole-body strains, aching, and desperate for more.