Page 43 of Playmaker

“As you wish,” I comply and slip between her legs. I place my lips on her without a second thought, and she’s as sweet as always.

I’m lost in her.

I coulddrownin her.

I dip my tongue into her pussy, feeling her legs stiffen. She’s already close, but I don’t want her to come. Not yet. She wanted to come so hard that she forgets, and that’s what I promised her I’d do.

There’s a floor-length mirror directly in front of her bed, so I pull her up onto her knees, her back against my chest so she can see us both in the reflection.

“You wanted to come so hard . . .” I whisper into her ear, my fingers finding her clit before I rub slow, torturous circles on it. “I want you to watch me when I do this. Do you see how sexy you are?”

Her heartbeat is rapid beneath my forearm, which is pinning her to my chest. She can’t even speak when I use my free hand to grab one of her breasts, never breaking our gaze in the reflection. “Your tits”—I squeeze one and gently kiss her shoulder—“are the best I’ve ever seen.”

I run my fingertips over her nipple, and I’m so hard as I watch myself do this to her.

Moving my hand to her clit again, I push one finger inside of her and soak up the gasp she gives me.

“That’s right, baby.” The endearment slips, but it doesn’t seem to bother her. It doesn’t seem to bother me either. It feels right coming off my tongue—like the sentiment has belonged to her long before this moment. “Show me how much I get to you.”

“Cam,” she chokes out.

I feel her legs begin to shake, nearing the edge, and the sound of her wet pussy is so intoxicating I think I’ll combust.

“Were you thinking about me?” I ask. “Is that why you asked me to come up here?”

She nods, catching me off guard.

“You were?”

“Yes. I was touching myself,” she pants.

Oh, sweet fuck.

I chuckle against her skin, my eyes not leaving hers in the reflection as I kiss her shoulder again and say, “So,sohot. Do you know that I get off to you too?”

She shakes her head, completely clueless as to how addicting she truly is. How much she has taken over my damn mind.

Not being able to hold back any longer, I place my hand over myself and begin to stroke. Her eyes are glued to the motion as I drag my hand along my shaft, and seeing her reaction is so unbearably hot that I almost can’t take it.

“I do this all the time . . .” I trail off. “To thoughts of you.”

My finger is pushing in and out of her so easily that it slips not once, but twice. I don’t know if a girl has ever been this wet for me before.

“What do you think about?” she pleads.

I’m surprised she’s able to talk, so I put in another finger, unsurprised when she takes it like a pro. I nod in approval. “Two. Good girl, Maddie.”

“What do you think about?” she asks again. I quicken the pace in her and on myself, never losing focus in the mirror. I want her to watch me finger her. Want to feel this tight pussy explode and drench the comforter beneath us. Want to show her how long I’ve been waiting to do this.

“I think about this wet cunt,” I whisper in her ear. “And I think about how fucking good it would feel wrapped around my cock.” She whimpers from the dirty talk, and I’m pleasantly surprised by that. Maybe words can push her over the edge too.

“Look at me,” I say when her eyes close. They immediately pop back open in a blazing, icy version of ecstasy. “I want to bury myself inside of you, Maddie. I want to be inside of you just likethis.” I press myself against her from behind, feeling the smoothness of her ass and admiring the way it looks like pure silk in the moonlight.

“I wouldn’t even wear a condom,” I continue. “And Ialwaysdo, but with you . . .” I push in deeper, feeling her tightness around my fingers. “So fucking wet, baby.”

“Yes, keep calling me that,” she begs.

With other girls, calling them baby was like a pet name. It was just something to call them because I felt like it was what they expected in the moment. Saying it to Maddie feels different. When I say it to her, the term of endearment makes me imagine a world where she could be mine and I could be hers, and the strangest part about it all is that that world doesn’t terrify me. Maybe, deep down, Iwantto make her mine.

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