Page 84 of Property of Player

He cups my face and kisses me again, his tongue chasing mine.

It’s a kiss that fires my desire and makes me wet.

Finally, pulling back, he strokes his thumb over my lip, and his eyes drop to my chest. “Show me your tits, pretty baby.”

I don’t hesitate, tugging my shirt up.

“Goddamn, sweetheart. Do you know how gorgeous you are? I want to fuck you, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

He bends me over the end of the bed and tugs my pants and panties down with a jerk, frantic for me now. I hear his zipper, and the head of his cock circles the entrance to my pussy. “Goddamn. You’re good and wet, and I’m about to explode.”

“Take me,” I pant, and he thrusts into me, his warm palm moves up my spine.

“There’s my girl. So hot and ready for me.”

He moves slowly, dragging each stroke out until I need more and push against him.

He grabs my hips, his fingers digging in and holding me immobile. With every stroke, he hits that magic spot that has me writhing and bucking against him, needing more.

His fingers come around my hip and dive between my legs. He works my clit, knowing just the right amount of pressure and speed. That combined with what his dick is doing to my g-spot, I’m barreling toward an orgasm.

“Oh God. Yes. Yes.”

His fingers ramp up their speed, and I fly over the edge into ecstasy, using the cushions to muffle my screams.

I fall back to earth, panting, all my nerve endings super sensitive from the orgasms that just rocked my world. I can feel the wetness coating him as he still slides in and out of me.

He pulls me up, so my back is pressed to his chest. It changes the angle, making it even more intense on my g-spot. I moan and wiggle.

Ripping my shirt over my head and jerking my bra down, Player cups my breasts, his thumbs strumming my engorged and sensitive nipples.

It feels so damn good. His arms lock around my ribs, pinning me, and then he picks up his pace until he’s ramming into me, our skin slapping together.

Player curls forward and bites my shoulder. I moan and come hard. He grunts, and with three strokes, he’s right behind me.

I drag in a ragged breath, feeling like I could sink to the floor, but his strong arms keep me on my feet.

He kisses my temple. “Goddamn, baby. That was good.”

“So good.”

He turns me to face him and strokes my hair from my face. “You get that anything I do, I do to keep you safe and protected, right?”

I nod. If there’s one thing I know about him, it’s that.

We strip and crawl into bed, and I snuggle against his hot skin.

Exhaustion is clear in the lines around his eyes.

“Rest, baby,” I whisper, and soon he drifts to sleep.

I cuddle close and follow him.

Hours later, I wake to find Player’s fingers stroking my arm absently as he stares at the ceiling. I’m pressed to his side, his warmth seeping into my skin. I feel safe and at peace in a way I haven’t felt in a long time. We’ve spent all day in bed together, and now darkness is falling.

“Why didn’t you tell me about him?” His voice is low.