Page 9 of Pregnant By the Playboy
We make out in the elevator.
Finally, we step into Vince’s place on the top floor, and he immediately shoves me against the door, unzips the side of my dress, and fills his hands with my breasts. When he leans back, he graces me with a devilish smile.
Damn, he’s handsome.
Danger! screams my brain.
I date safe guys. Good guys. Ones who treat me well. I’ve never broken up with a guy because he was a piece of shit.
But I’m not dating Vince, I remind my overactive brain. And even if he’s a playboy, he’s been good to me. Checking that I was onboard with what he was doing. Making sure I didn’t have too much to drink. And he was willing to leave the party, to somewhere I felt more comfortable.
Yes, this is just what I need.
He bends down to kiss me again. He’s at least six inches taller than me, but I’m pretty short, so I’m sure he’s no more than five-ten. Not so tall that he’s impossible to kiss while standing up. Perfect.
He dips his head farther and wraps his lips around one of my breasts. Taking as much into his mouth as he can, swirling his tongue over my nipple. I arch against him, and then I untuck his shirt and slide my hands up his warm skin. Vince is lean, not hugely muscled, but there are certainly some hard muscles going on here. I scrape my fingernails over him, and my nipple pops out of his mouth as he groans.
The way he responds to me—it gives me such a high.
I unbuckle his belt and slide my hand into his boxer briefs. His cock is hard and rigid. It makes my inner muscles clench, and I’m very aware that I’m not wearing panties.
“Marissa.”
I love that he’s saying my name. I don’t feel like I’m interchangeable with all the women who have come before me—and I know there have been an awful lot of women.
But he makes me feel like I’m the only one who matters.
Danger! Danger!
No, I’ll be fine. I know exactly what I’m getting myself into, and I know what this isn’t.
He pushes up my dress until it’s a thick belt around my waist and slides two fingers inside me. It’s a damn good thing I’m against the door, because my knees feel weak.
His lips curve in another of his devastating smiles, and then he’s kissing me again as he finger-fucks me and I jack him off.
It’s not enough.
I want.
Want, want, want.
I can’t have everything I desire in life, but for tonight, I can take this.
“Please,” I say desperately.
He slides his hands under my ass and lifts me up. I’m so close to being impaled on his cock...
“Condom.” Through the haze of lust, I still remember to use protection.
“I was just getting to that.”
He sets me down and pulls a condom out of his pocket. My red underwear falls out at the same time, but he leaves it on the floor. Once he’s sheathed himself, he lifts me up again. I breathe shallowly.
I want. I want. I want.
He brings me down on his cock, and I cry out as he fills me.
He feels amazing.
