Page 13 of The Player

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Sugar Plum. God, I can’t wait to taste every goddamn inch of you.”

His words are filthy, but I want that. I want to feel his mouth on me. God, the way he rips my dress down my body and kneads my ass as I step out of the folds of fabric. My mind blanks as he pushes his nose right into my wetness.

“Wha…” Everything turns into bliss the second his tongue touches me, and any protest I was about to utter is gone. There’s no reason to be protesting.

My hands hit the door as I push myself wantonly against his face. “Please don’t stop.” I whimper as he takes away his tongue.

James’s chuckle sends shivers down my spine. “Your first orgasm is going to be on my dick.” His growled words send tremors of bliss along my body.

With ease, he picks me up and kisses me. I’ve never been handled like this before, and I want more of it. He makes me feel delicate, and that’s something I crave. To be so enraptured with someone that my weight isn’t even a thought.

As we lay down on the bed, I bite my lip, worried I won’t be enough for him. But the look in his eyes tells me everything he needs to know. James gets up from the bed to take off his clothes, and I stare at him in awe.

There’s a tattoo of the number sixteen on his left pectoral muscle, but my eyes don’t stay too long there. Heck no, they roam down to his abs. So damn defined and staring at me, almost mocking me.

I get self-conscious as I see his dick and grab for the covers to hide myself. “Don’t even think about it.”

I want to say that he should not tell me what to think, but hell, I don’t care. The need for him to be with me is outweighing any doubt I was trying to have.

The way he crawls back onto the bed and straight between my thighs has me whimpering for him. His chuckle is almost sinister, but I don’t pay it any mind.

James pushes my thighs apart and takes the cover that I’m still gripping out of my hand. “Lie back and relax, Sugar Plum.”

I feel the anxiety of never having sex catch up to me, and he must notice me tense. “Relax,” he demands, and I want to. God, do I ever.

He touches my bottom lip with his thumb, and my tongue peeks out and touches him. The moan that comes from him exhilarates me.

“That’s my good, sweet girl.”

I want to feel him inside of me as he leans down and rubs his cock head along my clit. “We are going to go slow, Sugar Plum.”

Slow? This is slow for him? We are going ninety to nothing, and I don’t want to stop, but this is not slow. I almost laugh at the absurdity that I’m giving myself to this man, but his lips touch my hard nipple, and I gasp. Losing my train of thought once more.

“That’s it, Julie.”

When he says my name, I blink. It’s the first time he’s used it since we started this craziness. The way his voice is husky and laced with need thrills me.

“Please,” I whisper, urgently in need to be with him. To feel what it is like to be claimed by someone. Later, I’ll unpack the way my emotions are, but right now, with James, I want to feel everything his mouth is promising.

The touch of his cock at my entrance causes me to tense. I wasn’t expecting him to be so thick. He stretches me until I’m whimpering. The urge to tell him to stop hits me, but I want this too much.

I spread myself a little wider for him, and he kneads my thigh. “Keep your eyes on me.”

He seems to understand me more than I could have imagined. When I’m looking into his eyes, I feel the bubble of safety surround us. It’s not that I can’t take care of myself. Or that I even want someone else calling the shots. I don’t.

But here, with James, I’m glad he’s in control. It takes away the need to say let’s do this. Or to decide if it’s right.

The way his cock breaches me is slow. I now understand what he meant by we will take it slowly.

I don’t want that. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I tremble as I pull him toward me, and he sinks deeper. So deep.

Little kisses are placed all along my neck as he holds himself inside me at the cusp of breaking me in completely.

“James,” I tremble out.

“Such a naughty girl, taking me too deep too fast.” He chuckles as he bites the pounding pulse on my neck.

CHAPTER EIGHT