Page 85 of By His Play

I cling to him like a monkey, the heat of his bare chest singeing my skin.

His hands are on my ass, holding me tightly against him. So tight that it’s impossible to ignore how hard he is.

Heat rushes to my core.

I did that.

“W-what do you mean, we’re not done?” I ask, gazing up at him as if he’s God.

After what he just did, he might as well be.

“We’re not done until I say so,” he states, making my pussy flutter.

“A-and when will that be?” I whisper.

I could have predicted that Kieran would be assertive and dominant in the bedroom, but that doesn’t mean I’m not shocked hearing it in person.

“When you can’t take any more.”

My chin drops, but his intense stare stops me from responding.

Instead, I cling tighter as he steps up to my bed and gently lowers me down.

I stare up at him in disbelief.

“Kieran?” I whisper, waiting for this dream to come to an end.

But it doesn’t.

Instead, he pushes his hand into his pants pocket and pulls his wallet out.

My mouth runs dry as I watch him flip it open and pull out a number of condoms.

I gasp as they drop on the bed beside me.

Holy shit. He really does mean business.

I look back at him just in time to see his hands drop to his waistband.

Oh my god.

I might be lying here naked after coming all over his face, but the thought of him stripping down suddenly has me nervous.

Once I see him…all of him...there will be no turning back.

Time seems to slow as he rips his fly open and tucks his thumbs under the fabric.

“Kieran?”

I don’t realize I said his name until his eyes meet mine.

A smile kicks up the corner of his mouth, and I instantly relax.

My heart pounds steadily in my chest, but as curious as I am about what he’s hiding, my eyes don’t drop as his pants do.

Is this really happening?

“Yes,” he rasps as his knees hit the mattress and he crawls between my legs.

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