Page 101 of Playing Dirty

And then he drops to his knees. “Better?” he asks.

“Let me hear you beg.”

“Adrianna, please let me fuck that perfect little cunt and make you come on my cock just one more time.”

“Okay, since you asked so nicely, but under my terms.”

His body turns tense. “What terms?”

“Strip and lie down on the gym mat over there.”

His eyes narrow.

“Or, I can just leave.”

He grunts in frustration, but then does as I instructed.

I watch as he reveals his muscled body and that beautiful tattoo on his chest. And then he pulls off his pants and briefs in one move, before lying down on his back on the mat, propped up on his elbows. “Now what, boss?”

I tilt my head. “Stroke your cock for me.”

He wraps a hand around his thick length and strokes himself, and I’ve got to admit it’s a beautiful fucking sight. Especially as he’s doing it because I told him to.

Slowly, I walk over to him and take my clothes off as I go, teasing him. It’s clear in his eyes that he’s barely controlling himself from standing and taking me by force. Admirably, he manages to resist. Once I’m at the mat, I’m totally naked. “Lie back for me.”

He lies back and I straddle him so that his cock is lying flat against my soaking wet entrance. And then I slide up and down the length of him, coating him in my arousal. At the same time, I play with my nipples, keeping eye contact.

“Don’t tease me, Adrianna. I can’t handle it.”

“What’s the magic word?”

He bares his teeth. “Please.”

I rise up and crouch over him, because I’m probably feeling just as desperate as him right now. His cock springs free and then I impale myself on him, hard and fast.

“Oh fuck,” I say, the sensation so good.

Archer groans. “That’s it baby, ride my cock.”

I set my hand on his chest as he tries to sit up more and places his hands on my ass. “Hands free today, Archer.”

His eyes narrow. “Please.”

I shake my head and then move my hips slowly, grinding myself on him.

“Adrianna,” he growls.

“Yes?”

“I’m warning you.”

I glare at him. “Who is in control?”

A muscle pops out at the side of his forehead. “Adrianna.”

“Perhaps I’ll just leave then.” I use my hand on his chest to push myself up, but he sees it coming.

“No fucking chance.” He grabs my hands and uses his weight to flip me over, so I’m beneath him. And then the beast is let loose, just like the night he came to my dorm room. He’s an animal as he pounds into me so hard it feels like he’s trying to break me.

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