Page 63 of Dirty Player

Her eyes widened and she looked down at our hands still connected. Still covered in my cum. “It’s really big.”

“I’ll make it good for you, stretch you, take my time. You’ll come all over my mouth and my fingers before I ever put my dick in you.”

“So sure of yourself.”

Always. I was a cocky, arrogant asshole. Since I started high school, confidence had never been a problem for me. I knew what I was good at because I worked for it, so I didn’t feel the need to defend myself to her.

I’d prove it soon enough.

“We’ll get you a plug,” I whispered.

Her body shook as a shiver rolled through her. Goose bumps burst onto her arm and I smiled.

“You love that idea, don’t you? So fucking filthy for me.”

She was silent for a moment before she began kissing my chest. “Yeah. I like the idea.”

I slid my hand down her back and patted her backside. “We need to get cleaned up before this dries all over us.”

She laughed and pushed off me. As she moved to slide off me, I tugged her back down so I could kiss her.

I kissed her slowly, tenderly. I kissed her with all the gentleness in the world, taking my time to explore her mouth.

She was sweet, pliable in my strong arms. When she pushed back, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes showed everything she was thinking. They showed desire mixed with apprehension.

I grinned. “Thank you for giving me this chance.”

“Thanks for fucking me so well.”

I laughed as she rolled off the bed, watching her when she went to the connected bathroom and turned on the sink.

She came back with a washcloth and placed it on my stomach.

I took over cleaning us. “Shower?”

“Your ankle okay enough?”

I rolled my eyes. “My ankle’s fine, and I’m strong enough to fuck you in the shower, putting all my weight on it if you don’t stop acting so worried.”

“Such an asshole.” She winked and grabbed the washcloth from me.

I jumped out of bed and grabbed her from behind, pulling her off her feet as she squealed in surprise.

Then I took her into the shower and did all the things to her I’d wanted to do that morning before she ran from me.

Chapter FIFTEEN

SHANNON

I pressed my hand to the headboard, the move keeping Oliver from pushing me toward the front of the bed. It had the added benefit of making me thrust back against him every time he pushed into me.

On his knees behind me, mine pressed together in between his thighs, the tightened space made his dick feel bigger. He’d woken me with his mouth all over my pussy, eating me like I was the breakfast he’d been starving for, before he flipped me over while I was still coming and pushed inside of me, already prepared with a condom like he’d taken his time getting ready before he ever began eating me.

When he was seated deep inside me, he pushed my legs closed, making me come again from the tight sensation.

“Come on, Shannon. Again.” I’d already come twice. Once the night before. I wasn’t sure I had another one in me.

I panted quietly, biting my tongue to keep from shouting out. “Oliver…please…”

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