Page 289 of Well Played

“Good girl,” he growls, and then he pushes me onto my back, his mouth still dripping with my own arousal.

When he started, I was looking forward to wiping the smug smile off his face by returning the favour. I’m damn fucking good at sucking dick, and I planned to make him see God while sucking his soul from his body, but now I don’t think I can even move, let alone flip the tables on him.

“Need another orgasm to prove I’m better than any silly toy?”

I shake my head. “Just fuck me,” I demand, albeit much weaker than I intended it to sound.

He doesn’t remove my practice dress, but he does pull off his hockey jersey, neck guard, and all of his pads. I think he lost the gloves around the time he ditched his helmet, but I’m honestly too wound up to care.

He makes short work of removing his skates, and then he’s freeing his cock from his shorts, and I salivate.

It’s perfection. Long, thick, and glistening with precum.

He positions himself between my legs, his cock hard and angry looking, and when he butts up against my over sensitised clit, I whimper, wanting him inside me so badly.

“Are you ready, princess?” he asks, his voice low and seductive.

I nod, my eyes begging him for more.

“Then take it. Take every inch of me.”

He thrusts forward, burying himself inside me in one swift motion. I cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure, my body trembling around him. It’s so fucking good. I love the way he stretches me wide, his cock filling me like nothing else can.

Tarak grunts and starts to move, thrusting in and out of me with steady, deliberate strokes. I moan, my hands gripping the bench as I try to hold on. Each time he pulls out, I whimper, the sensation of empty space in my pussy almost as intense as the fullness when he fills me again. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as he drives into me harder and faster.

“Take it, princess,” he growls, his eyes locked on mine. “That’s it, just like that. Take it all.”

I can’t help but respond to his command, my hips lifting to meet his every thrust. I want him deeper, harder, faster. I need him to take me to the edge and push me over it. I wrap my legs around him, interlocking my ankles to keep him close, my nails digging into his back as I cling onto him, desperate for more.

He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear.

“You feel so good, princess. So tight. I could stay inside you forever.”

His words ignite a fire within me, and I moan, my body clenching around his cock. I arch my back, moaning his name, and he responds by increasing the intensity of his thrusts.

Tarak picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. My orgasm builds, the waves of pleasure washing over me, but I want more.

Finally, I can’t hold back any longer. As he slams into me one last time, I cry out, and the orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. Iconvulse around him, driven by his powerful thrusts, and I cling to him as I ride out the wave of pleasure.

Tarak groans, his face contorted in pleasure-pain. His cock twitches inside me, and then he’s coming too, his release filling me completely. He collapses on top of me, our bodies sweaty and slick, our breaths ragged.

He pulls out carefully, kissing me deeply before allowing me to catch my breath.

My heart pounds, and my body trembles from the intensity of our encounter. Tarak’s breaths slowly even out as he rests on top of me, his body still warm and heaving from the exertion.

We lie in silence for a moment, basking in the afterglow of our passion. I reach up and trace the outline of his beard, feeling the rough texture against my fingertips.

“That was something else,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from our exertions.

He chuckles softly, brushing the hair from my forehead. “I think you liked it, didn’t you, princess?”

I nod, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “Nothing like that vibrator, that’s for sure.”

His grin broadens, and he leans down to kiss me gently. “I’ll always give you more than any toy ever could. Any time you like, princess. You only have to ask.”

A new emotion arises between us. Hate is replaced by something wilder and more primal, an insatiable need to possess and out-do one another. I want to be the reason this man screams.

But there’s also a calm in the back of my mind. It’s so different from the post-orgasm buzz I usually get, and it makes the stress of dealing with Nicolette suddenly seem like nothing.

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