Page 35 of Wicked Player

I went to the drawer next to her and slid it open. I yanked off the wrapper on a butt plug instead. Not a small one, not one as nearly as big as I was, but with her ass stuffed, she’d be mighty full and maybe slightly in pain by the time I slammed inside of her.

My dick jumped at the thought.

I unwrapped the plug, simple black and made with soft material. I lubed it up generously and readied her body for it. “I’m going to put this plug inside you. When’s the last time you had something in here?”

It was more curiosity than safety. Had Connor taken her this way?

“Um.”

She hesitated and I grabbed her chin, pulled her back so I could see her face. “When?”

“Two nights ago,” she whispered. “I did it. Thinking of you.”

Jesus. Dirty, naughty little girl. My heart almost burst it was so pleased with her admission. My teeth almost broke from clamping them together. She was utterly perfect. “Good,” I said, for lack of saying anything else. “Then you’ll like this.”

If she’d been stretched recently, this would be easier. I’d already stretched her so I pressed the tip of the plug against her, slowly pushed it in, giving her little time to adjust.

Her sounds and moans were enough and I paused when her shoulders tensed, just for a moment so she could breathe. While I put the plug in her with one hand, my other snaked around to her front and rubbed her hot and swollen clit.

“You going to come?” I asked. I rubbed her clit gently, taking her mind off the plug.

“Yes, please.”

“Not yet,” I smacked her clit and she jumped. At the movement, the rest of the plug slammed inside of her so her next noise was mixed with pain and pleasure.

Beautiful.

“Stand up.” I placed my hands at her waist and turned her around. Her cheeks were flushed. So was her chest. Her nipples were exquisite hardened nubs. I pinched them and loved the sound of her gasp. Tugging her lightly toward me with my fingers at her nipples, she collapsed against my chest.

I slammed my mouth to hers before she knew what to expect and she opened immediately.

God fucking damn. How was I ever going to walk away from her?

Twelve

Elizabeth

Good God. I took his kiss as he invaded my mouth without preamble. My nipples ached, my ass was sore and tender and so full.

I was ready to come and as he continued kissing me, his hands at my jaw and my cheeks holding me to him, I rolled my hips into him, seeking friction.

I doubted I even needed it.

If he squeezed my nipples once more or tapped my clit, I would shatter and I wouldn’t care about trying to pick up the pieces.

This man was magnificent. Stunning in his bossiness and commands and so damn gentle at the same time.

I’d practically jumped with glee when Tristan called me earlier. At first, I’d hesitated, worried it’d be at Connor’s request but as soon as Tristan said,“le garçon with the blindfold wants you again,”my heart leaped to my chest.

This was dangerous, loving what he did to me so much without knowing anything about him.

I also didn’t care.

After Connor, after the weekend, I didn’t care who this man was as long as he fucked me harder and longer and better than Connor ever did.

It’d be enough to move on from him forever and I still hadn’t forgotten Gage’s words.

Man’s a selfish asshole, not getting what he needs and screwing over two women. You deserve better. Make sure you get it.

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