Page 92 of By His Play

“I’ll never hurt you,” I whisper in her ear. “But I promise to make it feel better than you’ve ever experienced before.”

Fuck any of the men who have come before me. None of them were worthy of her.

Hell, neither am I. But I’ll try my best to make her think I am.

“Okay,” she whispers as I sit up, wrap my hands around her hips and pull her ass up.

My eyes focus on her wet, swollen pussy, and my cock jerks.

Palming her ass with one hand, I press two fingers from the other against her clit, teasing her until she’s trembling again.

Dipping my fingers inside her, I coat them with her cum before lifting them to her ass.

“Kieran,” she shrieks as I tease her, her body flinching in shock.

“Anyone been here before, Luck?” I ask, dying to know.

Effie and I might be close, but we’ve never really dived into the details of our sexual encounters. Of course, if she’s read any of the stories about me then she probably knows more than I do about her. Although, those tales barely scratch the surface of what I really want.

“No,” she whispers—not that I needed the verbal response. Her body tells me everything I need to know.

“You’re missing out,” I muse, watching as I push the tip of my thumb inside her unused hole.

“Oh god,” she cries.

“One day,” I promise before pulling it out again and taking my cock in my hand.

Honestly, I have no idea if that’s a promise I’ll be able to keep or not.

Tonight might be my only time to indulge like this. It won’t stop me from dreaming about it, though.

As I slip inside her again, she pushes back against me.

Holding the belt that’s binding her wrists, I pull her arms back as I fuck her.

“Yes. Fuck. Kieran,” she cries as my hips pick up pace.

“That’s it. You take my cock so well, baby.”

My eyes are locked on where my cock disappears inside her.

We look so perfect together. I’m addicted.

I fuck her hard and fast, my new obsession with her getting the better of me.

She comes again before I flip her onto her back and spread her thighs wide.

“Kieran,” she cries, and when I look up, I find she’s got tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

“So fucking beautiful,” I tell her, watching as her makeup runs down her face. “I want one more.”

She cries out as I thrust back in.

She’s exhausted and overstimulated.

But that’s what I need. No, that’s what she needs.

With her arms beneath her, it makes her hips lift to the perfect height for me to take her.

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