Page 122 of Biggest Player
I don’t need to be told twice.
My hands cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples in slow, teasing circles. She gasps—good girl—back arching slightly, pushing herself into my hands. Oh, the invitation ...
The sight of her responding to my touch, the sound of her pleasure,is intoxicating.
I am so unbelievably hard.
For a mom—can you believe that shit?!
Leaning in, I take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking gently, then flicking it with my tongue. Blow on it, the cool air making it harden.
Her moan is soft but filled with desire, and it spurs me on—not that I need any more encouragement.
My other hand continues to caress and squeeze, reveling in the way her body moves against mine.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. I switch to the other breast, giving it the same attention.
I want more.
I need more.
“Oh my God, Dex,” she whispers, voice filled with pleading. “I want you.”
I need you.
The words send a jolt of arousal through me, and I kiss my way back up to her lips, capturing them in a searing kiss.
“I want you too,” I murmur against her mouth. “So fucking much.”
Our bodies press together. I can feel the slickness of her arousal against my thigh, and it takes everything in me to not lose control.
I want to take my time, to savor every moment—not dump my load after three minutes. I haven’t been inside her yet; how fucking embarrassing would that be?
I kiss my way down her torso, nipping and licking at her skin, drawing those glorious soft gasps and moans from her lips. When I reach her pussy I pause, staring up her body, my breath hot against her most sensitive spot.
“Yes, do it,” she begs, hips lifting slightly, seeking more.
“You little beggar,” I tease. “You want me to fuck you with my mouth?”
I love how she’s completely undone.
I lower my head, tongue tasting her.
The taste of her—the way she cries out my name—makes me want to make lapping her up my next career. I lick at her slowly, teasingly, building the tension.
Frustrate her beyond belief.
Her hands grip my hair, her hips rocking against my mouth as I increase the pressure, sucking gently on her clit. Her moans are louder now. Desperate. Unfulfilled.
I know she’s close.
“Oh my God, don’t stop,” she demands, bossy little thing.
I have no intention of stopping, but I have no intention of telling her that.
I want to drive her over the edge; I want to feel her come apart in my mouth.
My fingers slide inside, just right. Margot cries out, her body tensing, shuddering as she climaxes.
