Page 121 of Biggest Player
Brain dumb.
She undoes the button, deftly and somewhat confidently. No flinching, no hesitation.
The anticipation is electric, every nerve in my body on high alert.
As she tugs the zipper down, her teeth flirt with her bottom lip, biting.She’s excited too ...
My zipper whirs down further.
“Oh my God, I feel like a virgin,” I joke, voice strained.
“Which we know isn’t the case.” She smirks as she slides south, her touch sending a jolt through me.
I try to chuckle, but it comes out more like a groan. “You’re killing me, Margot.”
I groan again when she removes her hands from my ass, fingers gripping my waistband. With a quick, decisive motion, my jeans are down around my thighs.
Together we shuck them off so I’m left in nothing but my boxer briefs (bright blue if you’re wondering), Margot’s gaze traveling the length of me, taking in every detail.
“I was impressed before, but now ... I’m speechless.”
Her words are all the encouragement I need. My hands move to the waist of her shorts, and with a gentle tug, I add to the growing pile of clothes on my living room floor.
Margot in nothing but a pair of lacy panties, lacy bra, tits practically spilling over the cups.
I want to suck on her nipples.
Her skin.
All of her . . .
Slowly, I run my hands over her, feeling the warmth of her flesh. Her breath hitches as I explore, body responding to my touch, chest heaving.
Then.
Margot reaches for my boxers and, without preamble, removes them.
We’re both bare now, the heat between usso fucking unbearable.
I move her closer.
Skin against skin.
I capture her lips again, this time more urgently, my hands sliding beneath her and up her back, hunting for the clasp of her bra. With a flick of my deft fingers, it comes undone.
The baby blue lace falls down her shoulders. Panties melt off.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I whisper, hands trailing down her sides, feeling the soft curve of her waist, her hips. Her belly.
Her tits.
She moves her arms to the side so I can look my fill: boobs, pussy—the whole pretty picture ...
“Then do something about it,” she taunts.
“You little troublemaker.”
Even though she’s buckass naked, Margot rolls her eyes. “Stop procrastinating.”
