Page 52 of Dirty Player

This time, I’m not getting attached. I might still love this girl, but I’ve packed it away nicely.

Liar.

Pulling out, I tap her hip. “Roll over.”

Kaylee scrambles underneath me, and I reach under her thigh, tugging her tight up against me.

“Face in the pillow.” I press down on her back, and she mumbles something. Staring into those rich brown eyes is not going to help me keep an emotional distance.

I slide back inside her and we both moan.

“You feel so good, so hot, so fucking slippery wet, Kaylee.”

“I’m going to come, I swear, Levi. Hurry.”

I thrust harder, slap her ass once, then twice, and feel her begin to shudder around me. As my body pounds into her, I watch her breasts wobble under her and reach for her clit.

“Ahh!” she cries out when I pinch it.

“Come around my cock, baby.” I demand as a fire descends along my spine and my balls tuck up.

Fuck.

This.

This is what I’ve missed. What I’ve dreamed of.

Imagined.

Craved.

I spill inside her, then collapse over her back as my hot come leaks from her body.

Jesus Christ.Why can’t I feel this way with any other woman?

It’s always her.

Always fucking Kaylee.

My shoulder aches like a motherfucker, but it’s too bad. Tonight I’m taking all that I want from her.

I’m only just getting warmed up.

One night.

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TWO HOURS LATER, Kaylee is sitting on top of me, riding my cock slowly. I think it might be about to break off, but I don’t give a shit.

I lift my arms to cup her breasts.

“Keep that one on the pillow.” She instructs me, pushing my arm down. She set it up before climbing on top and helping herself to what appears to be my permanent erection.

I run my finger between her breasts and along a sweat bead. My own body drenched.

We haven’t stopped.

Sped up and slowed down, yes. But we never stopped.

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