Page 88 of Playing My Rivals

It’s finally going to happen. The buildup reappears like magic. I press back to show him I’m more than ready.

“I’m going to barely enter you. Once I’m in, push back as slow and as far as you can go. Teach me how much of me you can take without hurting you.” He bites down on his lower lip, closes his eyes, and takes a second before he moves another muscle.

All the years of restraint and denial culminate, bursting into a wildfire whose name is Jamison Stone. He lights me ablaze.

I’m scorched and blistered, and thanking him for it. When all is said and done, I’ll be ash that can be blown away with the slightest breeze. I never stood a chance.

His eyes slowly open, and he gives me a desperate nod, signaling it’s time. I face forward and let him do the rest. His tip teases the outside of me, rubbing against every overly sensitive surface, and then finally settles into me.

He stills. “Show me just how far you can take me.”

As directed, I slide down him inch by inch. I take my time and even though I’m more than ready, I’m glad he’s given me the control. His girth and length could destroy me if he were too rough or too fast.

As I adjust to him, I glide back and forth over him. Sparks fly off my skin like he’s welding me together. My back arches as my toes curl. He feels so fucking good. When I reach my limit to how much I can take, I stop.

“Right here. It’s all I can take.” It comes out rushed because I can’t wait anymore.

“Perfect.” He bows over my back and shoves my shoulders to the mattress. “Turn your head and watch. Watch me take what’s always been mine. It’s time you give me everything you’ve promised with your seductive stares, subtle hints, and downright flagrant actions proven to test my boundaries.”

His eyes are hooded, dark, and full of lust. He settles on his knees, raising my hips higher. The first thrust hits with shock. My hands fist the blankets as I wrangle in a wail.

“Fuck, Dori. You feel so good. Better than I imagined.”

Deep in my belly, something reaches between my legs. It tugs and creates unrecognizable pressure. This angle is different. He moves over spots I didn’t even know existed.

“Jami, holy fuck. I… I…” My eyes squeeze shut.

“Open your eyes, Dori. Witness what you’re doing to me.” He pounds harder, right up to the exact spot I showed him was my limit. “See what you do to me? You drive me out of my mind.”

I’m impressed with his control as he attacks me like he can’t contain himself, relentlessly pressing on my invisible boundary as he thrusts and plunges into me. Without warning, I’m right there again, panting and twisting with his rhythm.

“That’s it, sweet temptress. Claim all the pleasure you want. I’m yours to have. Take all you can handle.” His command does me in.

I buck like a crazed animal. Crack and shatter. My body blows apart and pieces splatter around the room. I’m a willing victim to the brutal sexual command of one Jamison Stone.

We go at it for hours. He teaches and I learn. It’s all through trust and something sinful, but it’s so right.

I’m attached to him now. He’s woven into my soul. Blended and coded into my DNA. I would’ve never guessed this type of sex would bring us this much closer, but that’s exactly what it did.

My trust in him will never waver from this moment on. He’ll always help me find my boundaries and encourage me to push them safely, protecting me from harm no matter what.

He’ll watch out for me and make sure I experience more pleasure than I expect. It’s nothing less than astonishing and I’m so grateful for this experience.

We take breaks, but he doesn’t come until he can’t pull the smallest orgasm out of me any longer. When his climax goes on for at least a minute, pride swells in my chest. I shine extra bright knowing I’m the one who brought him to this point.

He pulls me into him, encircling my body with his. He kisses my shoulder tenderly and tickles my skin with his fingertips.

“Are you okay?” He snuggles closer and moves the blankets to cover me.

“More than okay. I’m speechless, though.” I glance over my shoulder and peer into his eyes.

“About?”

“Whatever that was.” I turn back and stare out into the darkness.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” There’s a subtle taste of insecurity in his question.

“Yes. Thank you for sharing that side of yourself with me. Thank you for teaching me and showing me a side of myself I didn’t know existed. Thank you for trusting me.” I take his hand and kiss it.

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