Page 59 of Property of Player

"Your turn." I lift my chin to his clothed body.

“You’re right.” He stands, and I watch as he shrugs out of the cut, treating it with care and laying it on the dresser top. Then he yanks the shirt over his head, and there's that glorious body.

He kicks his boots off, then his hands reach for his belt, and I forget how to breathe watching him undo it as he stares at me like he wants to devour me.

I lie here naked, and his gaze rakes over me, his eyes flaring with desire. The air is thick with it.

His jeans drop to the floor, and then his boxer briefs follow, and he's standing there in all his glory, his erection hard. I expect him to rush, but he surprises me by going slow. The predatory gleam in his eyes has my chest rising and falling as he prowls closer and lowers his body onto mine.

He captures my ear, his voice rough. "l want to fuck you, but I'm still gonna eat that pussy before I do. You good with that?"

"God, yes." I run my palms up his back and rake my fingers through his hair.

He drags his heated lips down my throat, sucking and biting, and I whimper with need, knowing his final destination.

"Don't stop. Please."

His mouth moves to my breasts. His hot palm strokes my belly, and I drag in a stuttered breath. Those long fingers again slide between my legs.

My fingertips skate over his muscular arms, my gaze taking in all that incredible ink on his biceps. And God, the heat radiates from his skin.

He captures my eyes, letting me touch him. As my palms stroke up over his shoulders to cup his neck, he groans and pulls my bare stomach against his abs, and the heat of his body nearly scorches me.

I sigh into his kiss as his mouth descends again.

"You're mine tonight," he rumbles. "To do with as I please."

“Yes, take me,” I beg.

His fingers thread through the hair at my nape, gripping me firmly as he kisses me wildly. I love the way he takes control; I want to give it over to him completely.

Desire licks through my body, and I shiver.

His lips move across my cheek to my ear, and he rasps in a heated voice.

“I love that sweet pussy of yours.” His fist in the hair at the back of my head tightens, and I whimper as a zing of pleasure shoots through me. I gasp when two long fingers slide between my slick folds.

A deep growl rumbles from his chest.

"You're dripping for me."

"Yes," I whisper, lifting my hips into his touch.

He trails his mouth down my body, shifting his big frame until he's on his knees at the foot of the bed. His gaze lock on my pussy.

"My pretty girl is so slick for me." He groans and dips his head, inhaling my scent, and another jolt shoots through my body straight to my clit.

I moan and writhe, waiting, wanting the first stroke of his tongue.

He keeps me waiting, drawing the moment out until I'm strung so taut with desire I beg.

"Please, baby."

"Whatever my pretty girl wants." His palms spread my thighs, then those big hands cup my ass and pull me toward his mouth.

The first long lap of his tongue pulls a gasp from my throat. I clutch at his shoulders, wanting more. His hands on my ass are controlling, possessive, holding me how he wants me, and I love every second of it.

"You smell so fucking good." He dips his head for more, giving me another long, slow lap. "I've missed you so badly, Tay." He spreads me further until I can accommodate his broad shoulders, then he settles in, his tongue toying with my clit, teasing, playing.