Page 76 of Cocky Player

“Do you think they’re yours now?”

“I want everything you have.”

My statement was so bold, so fierce due to my gritted teeth her gaze shot from my dick on the screen to me.

“You heard me.I want everything, angel.All of it.Your thoughts, your fears, your fantasies.”

Jesus.Who knew I could get off being so damn mushy?

“I’ll tell you, after,” she panted.Through the tiny screen, her inner thighs were shaking.Hell yeah, she was close.I was right behind her.

“Make yourself come.I want to hear you scream.”

Twenty-Six

Brenna

I came like a rocket.I’d been so close.Ever since I first saw Connor’s face on my screen with his incoming call, I wanted to do this for him.I wanted it for me.I wanted him to remember me and everything good we had and I wasn’t sure why it was so damn important until he told me he wanted everything from me.

Handing it over to him would be so easy it wouldn’t require any effort.A part of me realized I’d already given him everything I had, maybe not the words, but he definitely held my heart in his large, strong palm.

Where else would it be safe?

I came on a cry, teeth clenched together so I didn’t scream.My eyes squeezed close and my body shuddered.“Connor,” I moaned while I splintered and fractured and was put back together in a million shaky pieces.

“Right there,” he grunted.“Angel.”

I yanked my eyes open and watched as he came.Spurts of milk-white streams pulsed into his hand and his groan echoed through my room.Blocks of bricks appeared on his abs.The muscles on his hips and ribs contracted.

He was easily the most beautiful man in the world.

My mouth went dry at the sight of him and stayed there until he’d cleaned up, tugged on his briefs.

He swiped his hair off his forehead, phone shaking in his hand.“Hey,” he said, laughing softly.

He was embarrassed?I didn’t think it possible.

I barely gave him time to get settled and crossed my legs, leaned back against my pillows.“When I was a teenager, I used to have these handcuffs.”

That grabbed his attention and his brows snapped together.“What?”

He knew.I’d told him.Being cuffed and taken.Held.Beaten.

I’d never toldanyonethis in my life.How messed up did it make me?

“Yeah.”I picked at lint on my bed.I was still naked but didn’t care.I was giving him so much more than my body.“So, I used to put them on, cuff my wrists together in front of me, and every time I did, I’d have this panic attack.A flashback.”

“Brenna.”He sounded tortured.

I kept going.Now that I started, I had to get it out.“Yeah, it was messed up.But I kept hoping one day that pain, that fear it’d go away if I kept trying.And one day, a few years ago back in college, I’d had too much to drink.”I winked to lighten the mood.“And maybe read or watched something, well, erotic.”

“Porn.”

“Whatever.”I rolled my eyes.“Do you want me to keep going?”

Connor had leaned forward.I couldn’t see his arms but his hands were in the screen, white-knuckled and clasped together.“I said I wanted everything from you.I meant it.”

“Okay.”Nerves bounced in my stomach.“Anyway, I closed my eyes that night to breathe through the panic.The paralyzing fear of being restrained, and I imagined something else…a better reason for being tied, cuffed…restrained.”

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