Page 75 of The Player's Club

She thought a long moment, then sighed. “Fine, fine. No tickling.”

I let her go. She kept her promise, although she looked a bit miffed. I just smiled darkly.

Then I was distracted because her mouth moved closer and closer to my cock. Her hair just brushed the tip, and when she finally gripped me in her hand, I sighed.I also made sure to glance at the clock on her nightstand. I wasn’t about to let her win because I’d been too distracted to pay attention to how much time had passed.

Elodie stroked my cock, swirling her tongue around the tip. But she wasn’t gentle for long. She soon had nearly my entire length in her mouth and throat. She sucked me hard at the same time she fondled my balls.

“Fuck,” I hissed. There was a very good chance I could lose control.

She shot me a smile, even with me inside her mouth, and it only turned me on more. I could feel my balls already drawing up. Tightening my muscles, I willed my orgasm away.

How could this woman make me come this quickly?

I forced myself to think of anything else. England? No, something even more boring. Taxes. Coach Dallas. Worms?

I tried to keep my thoughts elsewhere, but then Elodie upped her game when she deep-throated me. She moved up and down my cock, her teeth just grazing the underside of my dick.

Her mouth was so wet and warm, her fingers gripping the base of me so firmly, that it only took a few more minutes for me to shout and start coming. Elodie swallowed every last drop.

And since I was never not competitive, I made sure to look at the clock right after I’d come. Seven minutes. I grinned inwardly.

No way in hell was Elodie going to last that long. I was pretty sure I’d always gotten her off in under five minutes, tops.

Elodie’s eyes widened when she sat up. “I forgot to set a timer!”

“Don’t worry.” I winked. “I made sure to look at the clock.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t trust you not to cheat.”

“Me? I don’t need to cheat, baby. Now, take off your clothes already so I can show you that I’m always a winner.”

Elodie stuck out her tongue and made a show of starting a timer on her phone. For that, I grabbed her and ripped her clothes off for her.

Elodie giggled as I stripped her down. Then she was moaning within seconds after I put my mouth on her pussy. She was sweet and slick as always. I knew exactly how she liked it: two fingers inside, thrusting upward, with my lips sucking on her clit.

I could feel her start to tense within a minute. Her fingers grabbed at her comforter already. I smiled and increased the pressure on her clit.

“Oh!” Her eyes flew open. “Mac, that’s not fair—”

I didn’t care. I might not cheat, but I wasn’t above playing dirty either. I finger-fucked her until she was arching off the bed. I could feel her orgasm coming with how tight her pussy got around my fingers.

I then pushed a third finger into her tight asshole, and Elodie screamed. A few moments later, she came hard, her juices flowing down my chin. I lapped them up, triumphant.

She was still trembling as I kissed my way up her body. I looked at her phone and grinned. Three minutes.

“I win,” I crowed.

Elodie barely registered my words. “Whatever.” She was breathing hard. “Do what you want with me. I’m done.”

I just kissed her, loving how pliant she was in my arms. She was rosy and warm; a flush had covered her entire body.

She never failed to throw herself headlong into her own pleasure. It was one of the intoxicating things about her. I never had to worry that she was putting on a show for my benefit.

Although that hadn’t happened since I was a teenager. As an adult, I knew my way around a woman’s body too well. No woman needed to fake an orgasm when they were in bed with me.

“So what do you want?” Elodie asked.

“Want?”

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