Page 61 of Property of Player

The stroking circles continue, then the crown dips between my folds. He drags it up and down until I buck against him.

"Show me how much you want my dick."

"Fuck me," I beg, lifting my hips, my legs splayed wide, offering my pussy. He hovers over my entrance, aligning his hips between my thighs. I clamp my legs around him, locking down tight, and he roars when he thrusts deep.

I gasp at the sensation. His hand hooks behind my knee, pushing it wider to pin it against my body. Then he does the same with the other leg until I'm spread wide open for him, completely exposed and at his mercy. He rises on his knees and slowly draws his thick cock out of my slick pussy until just the head remains.

He stares at me and plunges back inside, watching my body take him. The look on his face is so erotic that I can't help but clamp down on him tight. He feels it and flicks his eyes up to mine. "Do that again."

He strokes out and back in again slowly. “Gonna take my time with you. We’ve got years to make up for.”

I moan and lift my hips, taking every thrust he gives. He locks his hands on my waist to hold me where he wants me, then thrusts deeper and faster until my breasts are bouncing as he pounds into me.

He brings one hand down, and his thumb rubs my clit. "Come for me, Tay. Come all over me."

His voice is harsh as he issues that order, and my body responds instantly with wave after wave of sharp orgasm. I muffle my cries with the back of my hand, sinking my teeth into my flesh as the pleasure barrels through me.

He continues until he draws every last shudder from me, then he grabs my hips and slams deep one last time, roaring his release through gritted teeth.

With his energy drained, his shoulders sag, and he settles down over me, his weight on his elbows. His head hangs, his breathing labored.

Warm, wet lips trail along my collarbone and up my neck to my ear.

He plops next to me and wraps his arm around me, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

Soon I drift to sleep, content.

Chapter eighteen

Taylor

“Babe, wake up.”

My eyes open to see Player standing next to the bed, leaning over me. He is fully dressed and ready to go.

“The club’s pulling out.”

I blink to clear my sleepiness. “Wait. Give me a minute.”

I throw the cover back, and he goes to the highboy, digging in the top drawer. He comes up with a couple cartridges for his 9mm, and is loading his gun while I’m scrambling into my clothes. Grabbing my purse, I dash into the bathroom, run a brush through my hair, and swipe on some mascara.

Player stands in the doorway. “You look beautiful. You don’t need all that, Tay.”

I roll my eyes. “I wish you’d given me more time to get dressed.” Nerves fill me; I don’t want him to go, but I know he has to leave with his club. There’s no changing his mind. That’s not in the cards.

“Sorry, I thought you needed sleep. Come on.” He leads me outside into the parking lot. It’s busy with activity—a dozen men packing their bikes and ol’ ladies kissing them goodbye. Some I know; others I’ve never seen before.

I notice Molly standing near a couple of prospects, and think it odd she’d be here so early. Perhaps she was in bed with one of the Kings, or maybe one of those prospects.

She locks eyes with me and waves. I lift my chin in response and turn to Player, who is stuffing a backpack into his saddlebag. He’s got another small duffel bag on the seat, and I watch him strap it across the back with some bungee cords.

When he’s finished, he faces me, his hands landing on my hips and pulling my body to his.

“One of the prospects is giving you a ride home.”

“Okay.”

“Gonna miss you, girl.” He bumps noses with mine.