Page 23 of Change Your Play

“That’s good to know.” He kissed my ankle. “I would’ve came inside you anyway.”

My eyes flickered to his, shocked.

“You’re mine, vixen,” he promised. “And I know you’ve been thinking about getting fucked, and I just can’t give you that without filling you up.” He smirked. “Just imagine you in a meeting, leaking my come…I’m driving to Marrs every chance I get.”

He rubbed the head of his cock against my sex, and I arched my back, panting,needing.

“Every chance, I’m driving to Marrs and bending you over wherever you’re at.”

“Wherever,” I agreed, breathless. “Whenever.”

Miles eased inside me, and a guttural moan ripped out of me. He had to ease, he had to take it slow, because he was too damnbig. The sensation was overwhelming and I trembled on the bed, breathing deeply.

“Goddamn,” he swore. “You’re too fucking tight. How am I supposed to wait?”

“Oh, fuck—oh fuck—” I clutched the sheets beneath me while he pulled himself away, just to push back in, pushing against my walls, taking what was his.

“So fucking tight,” he panted. “And just for me.”

With one hand against my leg, he wrapped the other around my right thigh and pounded inside of me, reaching a rhythm that sent me into a spiral. I was a mess. A moaning, writhing mess, trying to hold on to something, anything, while Miles gripped me tight.

“You’re mine,” he rasped. “The moment I saw you, I knew you were mine.”

“All yours,” I choked out, completely lost in the moment.

“You’ve got me losing control.”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head. “Lose control, take what you want.”

“Fuck, vixen. How am I going to resist this?” He muttered something I couldn’t catch and pumped inside of me, over and over again. “How could I fucking resist this? How am I supposed to see you in the locker room and not drag you to the floor? While you wear one of those goddamn pencil skirts. You fucking tease.”

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—”

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I couldn’t stay in the same place that I teetered on, barely holding on. My pussy clenched him and I shouted out, seizing with the orgasm. My whole body pulsed with it.

Did it feel as good for him as it did for me? Icouldn’tbelieve it.

But I clutched the sheets, clutched at his arms, while he leaned over me, pounding into me. I gasped through the orgasm, swept into a sea of stars that I never wanted to emerge from. And Miles didn’t slow down, he didn’t tire. The manfuckedme.

He fucked me into oblivion and when he met me there, Miles came deep inside me, panting above me, his delicious, gorgeous tan shining with a sheen of sweat.

He dipped down close and kissed me, still deep inside.

“Wow, vixen,” he croaked. “I think I need to ice my dick.”

I breathed out and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close while I gazed up at the ceiling.

Oh, I’m in so much trouble.

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Cleo

Future Wife

I snuck out of his apartment.

What else was I supposed to do?

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