Page 51 of The Player + The Pact = I Do

I roll on the condom and round my hands over her smooth, plump arse.

I look up and take a breath, letting the rain fall on my face.

She gasps as I press into her, just an inch.

“More,” she whimpers. “More, please, Leo.”

My jaw tightens. She can’t be begging for my cock. This beautiful woman up against my city can’t possibly want me as much as I want her. It’s doesn’t feel real.

Slowly, agonizingly, I push into her.

The city disappears and all I can do is feel.Her. She’s clenched around me, her breathing ragged, her body weak. Already. I fold over her, my front to her back, my hands covering hers on the stone, my breath on her neck, still. I need time to adjust to her before I can move. She’s just so much.

Is it the rain? The city around us? The gravity of this evening?

Why does everything feel so intense?

I don’t need to ask myself the question. I know the answer.

It’s her.

“Leo?” she asks.

I grunt from behind and start to slide in and out of her. Slowly, unable to focus on anything but the grip of her around me.

“Leo?” she asks again, and I detect a note of panic in her tone.

“You feel so good,” I whisper to her.

“I don’t think I can?—”

I know without asking, without having had her before, that she needs me to reassure her. “You’re perfect.”

“But… I’m so full?—”

And then I realize what’s she’s trying to tell me. I haven’t learned how she works. Not yet. But I get that she’s close. Something primal booms in my chest—pride that I can get her there so fast.

“Let go, Jules,” I say.

She shudders beneath me, and I hook my arm around her waist to keep her from falling.

“So quickly, baby? You’re going to be exhausted by the time we’re done.” I wonder if we’ll ever be done. This feels so good, so right, so bloody destined.

I pick up my rhythm and my fingers dip to her clit. Her hands ball into fists against the concrete and she starts to whimper, punctuated by “Please” and “Leo” and “More.”

My orgasm rachets up and I’m not going to be able to hold it off for much longer. I’m not ready for this to be over. But I don’t get a choice. The woman beneath me has me helpless.

I slide my fingers over her slick, throbbing clit and she writhes underneath me, twisting her hips one way and theother, grinding against my hand, changing the angle of my cock.

My jaw clenches. Fuck. She’s so sexy. How was I able to see past her for three months while she worked from me?

My movements become jagged and I push into her in needy, sharp thrusts, trying to get deeper and deeper and deeper.

“I’m coming, Leo.” She says it like she’s disappointing me.

Like that could be true, ever.

All I can think isthank god. Thank god I get to come. For the first time ever in my life, I have to fight the urge to pull out, rip off the condom, and come inside her. I want to be closer to her. I want to own her, mark her. I want her to be full of me.

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