Page 72 of Dirty Player

Trembling, I lift my hips, and he slaps my clit.

“Levi!”

“Tell me you won’t ignore my messages again.” He growls.

I might...this is incredible.

“No,” I say instead.

Then a finger pushes into my pussy, and I almost come. He adds another as his mouth clamps around my clit and this time I do.

Levi doesn’t let go. He holds my hips as he demolishes me lick by lick.

Then, when I think he’s done, he moves again and lifts my body to impale me onto his cock.

“Mine,” he growls.

I’m unable to speak as his shaft fills me completely.

“Mine. Never think you can keep me from it.” His thick, strong thighs are under me as he pounds over and over.

The movements pull on my arms, restrained on the bed frame, and my breasts bounce.

“Is this what you wanted, kitten?” He growls darkly. “For me to fuck you into compliance?”

Apparently so.

“Yes. More. Harder.” I cry.

“Clench my cock,” he says, then reaches under his pillow and pulls out the sex wand we use from time to time.

Turning it on, he presses it to my nipples, and I tremble, writhing under the pressure.

“Such a little sex kitten. Will you be my slave, Kaylee?”

Um, yes.

“Come now,” he orders, pressing it to my clit.

And I’m history.

His cock deep inside me, the wand on my most sensitive spot, and this gorgeous, powerful man staring darkly down at me while tied up is too much.

I arch, tossing back my head and cry out.

I’m so addicted to this man.

Levi is right, I belong to him.

Even if I could walk away from him, I have to work with him every day and I truly don’t know if I could survive it.

God, what am I going to do?

As he unties my arms and wraps his body around me, I know I should demand we talk, but I fear it would end with me in tears and with a broken heart.

Not knowing is easier.

Not having him is too much to risk.

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