Page 18 of Play Maker

“You’ll find this more enjoyable if you trust me to set the pace.”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” Her voice squeaks, and I really like the sound of it.

I pump my fingers in a little deeper, curling them, seeking, searching, and … right there … finding her G-spot.

“Yes. Yes. Oh yes.” Her thighs tighten around my hips.

Before she has a chance to instruct me any further, I palm a nice, plump tit in my hand and lean in to lick across it.

“Uh-huh, yes … yes.”

Her nipple hardens even more against my tongue as I suck it into my mouth, still fingering her.

Whimpering, she thrusts against my hand as her nails bite into my back.

“I want you to come on my hand. Do you want that? To come on my hand?” I tap her G-spot and massage it, and when I feel her insides quiver, I know she’s there.

A strangled cry escapes her as her thighs start to shake. She starts to pull away.

“Fuck no.” I grip her hip. “You’re gonna come on my fucking hand.”

And that is exactly what she does.

Breath labored, she clenches her teeth as she tries to hold back. I’m not having that.

I squeeze one of her tits and tweak a nipple while sucking hard on the other then biting down just enough to make her let go.

“Yes!” she cries. “Oh my … gaw,” over and over again until her body begins to relax.

Not normal for me to go down on a hookup, but right now, that smell, her need, I’m not leaving here, but not dipping my tongue inside, either. Too many regrets live rent-free in my head. No, scratch that, they cost me. They cost me more than I’ll ever make.

Eating Lauren Brooks out isn’t going to be shoved into that category. Not anymore. Fuck that.

I give her just a beat of breath before I’m on my knees, eyeball-to-eyeball with her bare flesh, glittering with her orgasm. And then …

My mouth is on her in a snap, and she’s on her back, squirming underneath me as I take my first taste. No regrets … yet.

A strained moan, “Nnnnh—” comes from somewhere hidden inside her, and I lick deeper in, trying to see if I can find it.

Seconds … seconds, and she’s got her hands in my hair, tugging, crying, “Ohhh—”as in orgasms.

Throwing one leg and then the next over my shoulders, I nip at her thigh and suck before I go all-in, licking, tasting … devouring her, pressing my face as close as I can get to her without seeming like I’m trying to climb in, and yeah, that thought is there.

I wanna smell like her, bathe in her scent, feel her … everywhere.

When her thighs begin to shake, I reach down and unbutton my pants, shoving them down as I stand, keeping her legs on my shoulders.

“You clean? Protected?” I ask, rubbing my dick up and down her heat, dying to hear the wordsfuck yesso I can shove my dick in her pristine pussy.

“So clean,” she whimpers. “I … I … I?—”

“Gonna dirty your pretty pussy, Lauren Brooks.” My eyes roll back so far in my head that I should be afraid they’ll stick, but I want in so bad I don’t give a shit if they do.

I push in. Feels good, too good, so fucking tight.

“Fuck, Lo. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Shutupandjustdoit!” she cries out.

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