Page 42 of Playmaker

I tiptoe across the floor, carefully avoiding the wooden boards that creak. My parents and Ethan are sleeping, so I have to make sure we keep this as quiet as possible.

But as soon as I open the door, I don’t waste time. I’m so horny I don’t know what to do with myself when I see him standing in front of me still dressed in his outfit from the restaurant.

I pull him by the arm to come inside, shutting the door quietly behind us.

“Mads, what are you—”

“I’m still pissed at you,” I begin, stripping off my shirt and tossing it to the floor. I’m not wearing a bra, so my breasts are fully exposed. “Don’t think this is me forgiving you yet, because it isn’t.”

Cameron stares at me in a daze before that little flirtatious smirk falls onto his face. “Okay,” he says.

I take off my leggings, leaving just my underwear, before I continue. “But I’m horny, and I want you to make me come again.”

He leans against the door as he watches me, his tall, muscular body looking like candy to me right now. “Is that so?” My eyes are glued to his when he strokes his chin with his index finger and thumb as if deep in thought.

I nod desperately and strip off my panties before tossing them to him. He catches them and runs the lace through his hands, his eyes growing darker. Then he drops them to the floor, still leaning against the door as he tilts his head to the side. “I want us to be okay again if I do this,” he tells me firmly. “Can you agree to stop being mad at me in exchange for a mind-blowing orgasm?”

I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I feel so confident and comfortable with him. It makes no sense when there’s so much doubt surrounding us, but my body is telling me it’s right.

It’ssoright.

“That depends . . .” I trail off and lie down on the bed. I support myself on my elbows and slowly open my legs to him, thoroughly enjoying when his gaze turnsferal. “Maybe you can make me come hard enough I’ll forget why I was ever mad in the first place.”

Eighteen

Cameron

This woman will be the utter death of me.

Who is this?

It’s the only thought in my head as my eyes zero in on her spread legs and the glistening wetness already waiting. I always thought Maddie was shy and that when it came to sex she’d be a prude, but as always, she never fails to surprise me. She isfarfrom a prude. I almost don’t recognize her.

My cock throbs against my pants, begging for release. She’s fucking stunning, and all I want to do is bury myself in her. I don’t know what made her change her mind about continuing this, but if she wants an orgasm, I’ll give her one.

When I finally push off the door, I keep my eyes on hers while I take off my belt. From the moonlight seeping in from the window, I can tell how turned on she is, so excited and eager, and I’ve never been more determined to please her than I am right now. If she wants to forget then that’s exactly what I’ll do.

I was an ass, after all.

Her teeth tug on her bottom lip as I pull my belt off and fling it to the floor—my dress pants are unbuttoned and barely clinging to my hips. “How would you like to come, Maddie?” I ask her sternly. “However you want it, I’ll do it.”

“Oh god,” she pants, impatient as I shrug off my pants and briefs.

You’d think I’d just unveiled a porterhouse steak the way she’s looking at my cock, and I love it. I’m entranced by how wild her eyes look. How into me she seems to be at this moment.

As I climb on top of her, she pulls on the gold chain I have around my neck, tugging me closer, and as soon as our lips touch, I completely lose myself in her.

No longer can I be dominant. No longer can I be in charge. For the first time, I’ve found a girl who makes me take the backseat. I would give anything to please her and give her exactly what she needs.

I can’t kiss her fast enough. Her hands are all over my body and running every which way while we make out so intensely that our teeth are clashing. I’m gripping those heavenly tits, feeling her nipples grow hard against my fingers.

“Oh, Maddie,” I moan into her mouth as she tugs on my curls. My fingers slide to her soaking wet pussy, so ready and perfect that I can’t take it anymore.

“Pleaseeat me out,” she gasps.

Maddie Davis, the girl who was so tentative about sucking my dick yesterday, has transformed into a different person. Or maybe she’s gotten comfortable with me and is finally showing me her true colors in bed. I’m impressed by how bold she is.

So hot.

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