Page 36 of Ring Me

It was hard to pay attention to the next round. I lost that one fast—my hand was bad, so I folded. The vibrator roared to life. I bit my tongue, narrowing my eyes at him in outrage. He read my mind as I inched closer to orgasm right there in public. “Folding is losing,” he explained sweetly. “Is this your first time playing poker, hon?”

“With these special rules it is,” I grumbled. The dealer gave me a side-eye.

Gyrating my hips back and forth, I worked to calm myself. My lungs were bursting with shuddering breaths. This was all too much. I loved it. I also hated to lose anything. That's just how I am.

In my next hand I had two queens and a seven of hearts. On the table, one by one, came a nine, a jack, and another queen. I have three of a kind!

Craving release, fearing it more, I shifted in the chair. I was hunched over my cards, trying to decide if I should raise or call. If I lost this hand, Conner would have no mercy.

If I climaxed in my chair, I knew I'd squeal so loud the whole casino would hear. Did I want to pull a Something About Mary? Fuck. I wanted to come. I wanted to drag him into a dark corner and kiss his cocky mouth, grab his hard-on, fuck him blind. This edge was a dangerous place to balance on.

“All in,” I growled.

The dealer kept her face stoic—Conner lifted an eyebrow. He was acting calm. He was a good actor, I reminded myself.

Without looking at his hand, Conner slid his chips into the middle of the table. This was it. One of us was going to win, there was no going back.

Both of us stared as the dealer dropped the final card. Queen of spades. “I won,” I laughed, shocked as I spread my hand out. “Four queens.”

Conner pressed a fingertip to his lips. He didn't blink, didn't twitch, as he considered me intently. A flare of heat... of nerves... set my pulse beating to a broken rhythm. What if I was wrong and he had a better hand?

Bracing myself, I waited for my panties to vibrate back to life. They hadn't buzzed since the last hand I'd lost. I was tight from top to bottom, expecting an orgasm to ripple through me without my control.

He laid out his cards with a dry chuckle. “The lady wins.”

I didn't go limp from relief. I bolted to my feet, rounding the table, meeting Conner as he jumped up, too. He grabbed my wrist and held tight. I saw the shape of his erection before he forced me into the blur of the crowd.

“Wait, your chips!” The dealer shouted behind us. We ignored her, even though there was a grand of cold hard cash sitting on the table.

He barged through a door in the hall beyond the casino deck. Was this the same room from earlier, or a different one? I didn't ask questions. Seeing straight was a challenge. What a relief it was when he coiled me against his chest, kissing me, giving me the freedom of closing my eyes. I didn't need to see. He was here.

His weight pressed me to the bed. “Conner,” I whimpered.

“You,” he said, “are a fucking temptress.” His teeth grazed my chin, my throat, a palm tracing over my hard nipples one after the other.

“Ah!” The vibrator tingled over my pussy. He held the remote up, thumb on the button, grin pure smugness. He watched me expectantly as I arched against his body, coming hard in the lace panties. His fingers explored over the soaked fabric—I grabbed his wrists. “Turn it off, fuck!”

Laughing, he did, then ripped the panties into useless shreds. “I need you, Maya,” he said thickly. “Right now. I can't wait anymore.”

Sheathing a condom over his cock smoothly, he lifted my feet to my ears on the pillow. I was exposed to him completely. Bending his head, he licked my slippery clit, my pussy, and he moaned. “Fuck me,” I begged, trying to push against his mouth.

His muscular arms held my ankles tighter. “I want to say not yet, but I can't. Knowing what I was doing to you at the poker table... I nearly jizzed in my pants.”

New ripples of arousal made my pussy convulse. “It was that hot?”

“Beyond hot,” he said, staring at me, his blue eyes shimmering with passion. “I've always wanted to do something like that. Thanks for indulging me.”

I didn't reply, not in time, anyway. I lost the ability to make anything but guttural moans and whimpers as his massive cock entered me. Conner kept his hands on my ankles, feet by my ears, fucking me so deep and hard I shook in my bone marrow. I came more than once, but I couldn't keep count—everything was a Gaussian blur of pleasure.

“Beautiful,” he said against my hair. “Perfect. All of you... everything... these breasts, your ass, your sweet cunt, all perfect. Maya, I... ah!” Gritting his teeth, lips curling, he crushed me as he came.

The embrace made me sore, but a comforting pain, like getting a deep tissue massage. Conner brought me conflicting emotions, confusing sensations, but they always left me dazed. This was bliss.

Maybe... when things are fixed with my family... Conner and I can date for real. Maybe, it could work.

I wanted it to.

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