Page 87 of Playing My Rivals

Any movement from me, he stops.

I’m losing control and he’s punishing me for it. I can’t take it anymore.

My head presses hard into the pillow. “You’re being mean.”

“Temptress, you can handle this. I know how strong you are. You want this more than you're willing to admit.” He licks over my clit once. “Do what I say and I guarantee you’ll thank me later.”

He’s a master at this game, years of practice behind him. The stirring I saw in his eyes earlier flies into my mind.

I bite my lip before I whisper, “Yes, sir.”

“Hmm.” He takes a finger and outlines the sides of my entrance as a reward. “You caught that, huh?”

“Yes.” I want to say more, but I don’t for fear he’ll stop.

My eyelids fall shut and my body sinks into the mattress in full surrender. Now who’s holding the white flag? Yeah, yeah, it’s me.

I’m not going to lie. I’m a little scared, but for some reason, I’m more turned on than ever. And it only grows more intense by the second.

“All those whimpers, moans, and groans. Any words that want to come out of your mouth. All the noises you want to release, hold them in. Fight against the urge to move. Let it build until you can’t see straight.” He scrapes his teeth over my clit and then kisses it. “Understand?”

“Yes,” I say, not knowing how I’m going to survive this excruciating bliss.

He slides a finger into me, and I want to scream. In and out at the slowest, most wonderful, torturous speed. Unable to stop myself, I subtly rock my hips to his rhythm, only to find myself building to a level I’ve never been.

I must be doing something right because he rewards me with another finger and his mouth. But every time I get close to coming, he slows down. I want to protest, but I’ve given him all my trust now. My reward doesn’t take much longer.

“I’m going to let you come now. Don’t hold back. All that buildup, let it go. Give me all your sweetness because I’m fucking thirsty.”

Oh, good God. I’m a goner.

He presses harder on my G-spot. Slow at first, but he picks up the pace when I let myself go—thrusting, clawing at him, begging for more. He applies just the right pressure and speed.

My mind and body rupture like an atomic bomb. Screaming out in ecstasy, I come hard and strong, squirting all over his hand. But that’s not enough for him. He goes in for more with his mouth, lapping up all my juices like he truly is dying of thirst.

Normally I’d be horrified, but it doesn’t even cross my mind. I’m giving him a gift. It’s now I understand what this thing he’s into does. And he was right.

It’s more than the release. It’s more pleasure than I’ve ever experienced. All that buildup takes me out of the stratosphere. He pulls out orgasm after orgasm until I twist in a way that communicates I can’t handle anymore.

I catch my breath as he crawls over me. His lips crash against mine. The taste of my heated sex coats his lips, and I’m surprised by how much I like it.

Keeping his weight on his elbows, he weaves his fingers into my hair and pulls my head back, exposing my neck. I’ve already learned this is one of his favorite things to do. His teeth drag along my throat, followed by gentle kisses to remind me that he won’t hurt me.

He makes his way to my ear. “That’s my girl. You did so good, my sweet temptress. I’m so proud of you.”

Something about him being proud of me expands my heart. My chest balloons with pride. In response, my skin pebbles and I come back to life with a vengeance.

I take a chance and go with my gut. “Jami, I need more. I want more.”

With that, he flips me onto my stomach as if I’m as light as a feather. Every one of his touches snaps currents of pleasure to my soul.

“Get on all fours.” He yanks my hips toward him, bringing me to my knees.

I follow his direction, then peek over my shoulder back at him. He’s admiring my ass as he caresses my cheeks. Again, I flood with wetness.

Good God, I’m going to be ruined after this.

“Such a beautiful temptress you are.” He spreads me apart and lines up with me.

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