Page 89 of By His Play

Releasing one of her hips, I grab her breast and squeeze a little harder than previously.

I thought I knew my best friend. But I’m learning a whole lot of new things tonight.

Her eyes pop open in surprise, and I grin down at her.

“Eyes on me,” I say.

While I love that she’s so consumed with pleasure she needs to close them and focus, I need her to know exactly who is giving it to her.?

Her swollen lips are parted as she tries to suck in greedy breaths.

My eyes drop to her slender throat, ideas of all the things I want to do to her spinning around my head.

Sliding my hand up, I drag my fingers over the delicate skin, testing her to see how she’ll react.

Being in the position I am, and fucking the kinds of women I usually do, means I have to keep many of my fantasies locked down.

Having the jersey chasers sell stories of their vanilla nights is bad enough. The last thing I need is one diving into the dark depths of my true fantasies.

But with Effie…

Testing the water, I slip my fingers around her throat.

Her lips open and close like she wants to say something. But she doesn’t, and other than resting her hand on my forearm, she doesn’t try to pull me away.

In fact, as I squeeze gently, her grip on my arm tightens as her pussy clenches around me.

“Such a good girl for me,” I praise again, and it’s the final straw; she shatters all over me, dragging me along with her.

Releasing her throat, I flip onto my back, taking her with me as she tries to catch her breath.

My softening dick slips from her and she whimpers as if she misses it already. Reaching down I pull the rubber off and drop it over the side of the bed.

“Look at me,” I demand, giving her little choice but to lift her head from my chest.

Her eyes are heavy with desire, and it hits me right in the chest like a baseball bat.

She wants this. Wants me.

It’s a heady feeling.

“You’re incredible,” I tell her.

She licks her lips, dragging my eyes back to her mouth for a beat.

Fuck.

How is it possible that I already need her all over again?

Reaching up, I cup her jaw. She leans into my touch, and it makes my heart beat faster.

There are so many things I want to say to her, want to ask her, but they all get stuck in my throat as we just stare at each other.

Surging forward, we sit chest to chest, our breaths mingling, our eyes locked.

This is…

I blink, shutting down whatever the end of that thought was going to be.

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