Page 19 of Cocky Player

Someday, she’d find that gentle, polite man who wore khakis and polo shirts who could sit at her dad’s table and actually belong.I was good for prepping her for that man.

As the thought rolled through me, my stomach flipped and I kissed her harder, sucked her tongue into my mouth, demanding.Forceful.I was unsettled, needed to regain my bearings and the only place I could figure out how to do that was by laying her down in my bed, spreading her out and getting lost in her body and sounds from her mouth and showing her what I liked instead ofthinkingso damn much.

I stepped toward Brenna, effectively forcing her to step back and kept moving toward the bed, my hands going to her waist and lifting her, holding her, adjusting her until she was lying on the bed and I was above her, pressing my knees in between her thighs and spreading her legs.

Her eyes were wide, lips parted as I drank in my fill of her, skimming her flesh with my palm, just touching her until she was squirming beneath me.

“Connor,” she whispered.My name trembled on her tongue, her lips.It echoed into the room as much as I had to lean closer to hear her.“I don’t know what to do.”

So damn sweet I almost couldn’t bear it.“Trust me to make this good for you.”

She laughed quietly, lips ticking up at the corners of her luscious, swollen mouth with pale pink lips.“I’m more concerned about it being good for you.”

If only she knew how good everything with her already was, and it made no sense.

I dropped to my elbow on one side of her, leaving space between us, and took her hand from my wrist.“Touch me.Wherever you’d like.Soft.Hard.Do whatever comes naturally.”It would be impossible for menotto like the way she touched me.I pressed Brenna’s hand to my chest, held it there and studied her.The shallow breaths forced her chest out, full breasts bobbed up and down.The thump of her pulse beating at the hollow of her throat.

She was glorious in her innocence and her bravery as she began to move her hand over the hair of my chest, down my abs, back up to my shoulders.I fought against shivering from her touch and the strain of staying still as she moved farther down, fingers playing at the hem of my boxers.

“Do you want these off?”I asked, brushing my hand to her cheek, back to her ear, cupping her neck.

Her fingers curled into the waistband and she nodded.Twice.I moved back, giving her what she desired, shoving them down my hips and kicking them off of my feet somewhere to the floor.Who gave a shit where they went?

I was unable to stare at anything but the creamy expanse of her skin.

Her swollen, glistening sex at the peak of her thighs.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I admitted.“And yet I’m having a hard time moving slow.”

“Do whatever you want,” she whispered, her hand covering mine now, the innocent and the evil one, her taking control.She moved our hands to her inner thighs and upward until I was hovering right by her slit, her swollen clit already showing itself.

“God,” I groaned as I took that first swipe over her, dropping my head so I could focus on her.

Her hips bucked.

And I continued, adjusting my body so I was close enough to see everything I was doing to her but so she could do the same thing to me.

“Get your hand on me,” I gritted out, jaw tight.“I want to feel you on my dick.”

Her first touch was tentative and her mouth fell into a perfect circle.“Oh.”She brushed a finger over my length and around the tip.

“It won’t break,” I groaned and pressed my fingers against her sex.Her clit was swollen, her body already primed with wetness.“Wrap your hand around it.Tug.Pull.Get used to the feel of it.Pay attention to the head and don’t forget my balls.”

She took to my instruction like someone who wanted to go pro.Her hand moved up and down and I helped lubricate her with the juices from her own body, wetting myself with her before playing with her clit.

She gasped at my touch, bowed her back off the bed and while I worked on taking things slow, she picked up the act of a hand job like she’d studied it for years.

“That’s good.So damn good,” I grunted, thrusting my hips into her closed fist.

I rubbed my fingers against her, sank inside of her slowly, one finger at a time and stretched her while hooking my finger against the rigid flesh inside of her.Her free hand clawed at my arm as she panted and moaned pleas likepleaseandohandso so goodandyes.

Her body trembled and her tight virgin pussy clenched around my fingers as I made her come.I wanted to kiss her.Wanted to watch.In the end, she made the decision for me as I came at the same time and her gaze was riveted to the creamy liquid spurting out of my dick onto her thigh, her stomach.

“Shit.”I collapsed onto my side and pulled her to me, careful of the mess we’d made.She shook in my arms and slowly ran her hand down my arms.

“Was that okay?”

Okay?That simple hand job was the best thing I’d had done to me in months.Perhaps the last year.

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