Page 36 of Wicked Player

It was exactly what I’d needed to hear.

“Stop,” John said. His hand went to my shoulder and he pushed me off him, keeping a hand on me so I didn’t stumble. “Are you trying to come before I say you can?”

“Please,” I replied. I couldn’t admit the truth. I wouldn’t. I’d been so turned on after the phone call and the thought of being with him again, I’d had to fight against making myself masturbate before I arrived.

“I don’t think you should be able to come quite yet if you didn’t listen to me.”

His voice had a glint of teasing. I could imagine full, thick lips cracking into a smile as he watched me writhe in front of him. So damn horny. Soaking wet.

His hand went to my shoulder and he pressed down gently. He didn’t need to instruct me. I dropped to my knees, holding onto his hips and then his legs for balance as I went down.

The clink of a belt echoed in my ears. The rustle of a button and whisk of a zipper before the soft falling of his pants in front of me. He cupped the back of my head and then the tip of him was at my mouth. “Open. Take me. If you make it good enough, then maybe I’ll let you come.”

Oh God. I’d probably come while I blew him and then what would happen? Would it be over before we had sex?

I whimpered and wrapped my hand around him.

God. He was gorgeous. Veined and long and thick. Thank goodness for the plug. He’d ache in my ass whenever he took it.

My mouth opened and I slid my tongue over his tip getting him nice and wet. I slid my hand up and down his length, getting the feel of him, reveling in his size and his heat. The heavy weight in my hands before I took him farther in my mouth.

He wanted me to make it good for him? I’d suck his brains out through his dick if he asked.

I went to work, taking him as deep as I could, then further, moving slowly, adjusting to his size and the instant push and pull of his hips, urging me on.

His fingers dug into my hair, pulled and yanked but he allowed me some control.

“Fuck. Yes. So good, little one. Take my cock. Suck harder.”

I groaned. His filthy talk hit me in heated places. He swelled in my mouth, and my hand went to his balls to feel them hard and pulled tight.

I squeezed and rolled them in my hand.

His hand at the back of my head tightened and he held me still. He thrust his cock in and out, groaning and dirty talking to me like he didn’t care about me at all. The way he held me told me different.

He pulled out and his hands were at my shoulders, helping me to my feet.

“On the bed. Hands and knees.”

Yes.I scrambled into position and then he was there, at my back his chest covering my small frame in a way that felt warm and protective and sexy all at once. The hair on his chest brushed over my back, his hand went to my hair, swiping it off to the side.

There was the crinkle of foil, the pause, and then he was there, sliding into me.

And between him and the plug, it hurt. My body stretched around him and I groaned from the weight of all of him as he bottomed out inside me.

“Cheek to the bed and keep your hands by your head.”

My fingers curled into the mattress as he slid out once and slammed back inside of me. His hands went to my hips, held me still while he took over.

It didn’t take much. Between my blow job and the plug and the ferocity in which he was pounding in and out of me, my orgasm exploded. I dug my fingers into the bed and made sounds I’d never known I could make as my climax came so fast and hard, it felt like it had the power to break me in two.

“Oh God,” I said as I came down, but he didn’t let up.

His hand slid to my front, pressed against my clit, rubbed frantically while he bent over me and growled. “Again. Keep coming and clamping on my dick until I’m done with you.”

I had no choice. My body operated on his command alone. I came again, another one or one long ridiculously long one, I didn’t know. My body had never felt so alive before, on fire and ice cold all at once.

Then he was there, slamming in one last time, yanking me back by the hips, settling himself all the way in me. His fingertips dug into my soft flesh, aching from where he’d already spanked me and he grunted out his own release. “Fuck. Yes. Hot damn you’re incredible, little one.” He moved slowly, milking out his own climax, dirty talking. “So damn good. Wanna stay right here, so damn deep inside. Fuck.”

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