Page 88 of Undisputed Player
“You’re way too pretty for a guy,” I murmured, fingers tracing the V-line leading down to his flushed length.
His hands found my hips, gripping tightly. "You're going to drive me insane," he panted. “I can’t wait much longer.”
I could feel his hardness pressing against my sex, hot and insistent, and I couldn't resist rocking against him. The friction was slippery and delicious, making us both groan.
I leaned down, my breath ghosting over the muscles of his chest before flicking my tongue out and tracing a slow circle around his left nipple.
His reaction was immediate. His breath hitched sharply, a low groan tearing from his throat as his back arched off the bed, his length pressing more firmly against me. His hands flew from my hips to tangle in my hair, not pulling but holding, as if he needed the anchor.
“Shit,” he gasped, his voice cracking slightly. "Estelle, what are you?—"
I silenced him by nipping gently at the sensitive peak, my teeth grazing just enough to send a jolt through his entire body. I felt wicked and powerful as he bucked beneath me, his hips pressing up desperately as a strangled moan escaped his lips.
“You brat,” he panted, his eyes squeezed shut, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensation. "No one's ever...fuck, that feels incredible."
Emboldened by his response, I lavished the same attention on his other nipple, my tongue swirling and teasing while my teeth provided just enough bite to make him writhe beneath me. His breathingbecame ragged, desperate sounds falling from his lips as his body trembled with unexpected pleasure.
"You're gonna kill me,” he whispered, voice thick with need and wonder, fingers sliding along my hips to my breasts, feeling me even as I drove him crazy.
I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, and his were glazed with desire. The powerful man who commanded respect everywhere was completely unraveled byme.
My lips curved into a wicked smile as I felt his cock pulse against me, harder than ever, and I couldn’t hide it.
"That'sit," he growled, and his control finally snapped.
In a fluid motion, he flipped our positions, his hands gripping my hips as he settled between my thighs, hovering over me. The sudden shift left me breathless, pinned beneath his powerful frame.
"I can’t wait any longer,” he rasped, his gaze devouring every inch of me pinned beneath him. “I need to be inside you.”
His hands slid down my legs, lifting them high over his broad shoulders. The position left me completely open and exposed to his gaze. He stared down at me like I was something sacred, something to be worshipped.
“So wet,” he breathed, fingers brushing my entrance. "So ready for me."
Instead of his cock, his fingers explored me, two thick digits circling my entrance, gathering the plentiful wetness there before slowly pushing inside. The stretch was familiar now, but still intense even with his slow movements.
"So tight," he groaned, watching my face as he pumped his fingers in and out. "Even after I ate out both your little holes, you’re so tight.”
His thumb found my clit, circling the swollen nub while his fingers continued their preparation. I moaned softly, loving the feeling of his knuckles meeting my skin every time he pushed in.
"There you go,” he crooned, adding a third finger and stretching me wider. "Opening up for me so good.”
He worked me with patient intensity, his fingers curling to hitwhat I was sure was my G-spot. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced—sharp and electric, shooting through my core like lightning. My body jerked involuntarily, a startled gasp tearing from my throat as the unfamiliar pleasure hit me.
"What—" I breathed, my voice breaking as his fingers found that same spot again, pressing against it deliberately. The feeling was so intense, so foreign, that I instinctively tried to pull away, my thighs trembling against his shoulders.
"Easy, princess," he soothed, his free hand stroking my hip to steady me. "I know it's a lot. Just breathe through it."
But I couldn't breathe. The pleasure was too overwhelming, too strange—a deep, pulsing ache that seemed to radiate from somewhere I didn't even know existed. It was so different from how he made me feel in the living room.
My back arched off the bed as he stroked that spot again, my body flinching from the sheer force of sensation. It felt like he was reaching into the very core of me.
"I can't—" I whimpered, my hands fisting in the sheets as waves of unfamiliar sensation crashed through me. "It's too much, I don't like it.”
“But you’re taking it so well,” he cooed, his voice a calming force as he watched my face contort with foreign pleasure. "This is your G-spot, princess, you’ve never touched here before, yet you’re being such a good girl for me.”
I could only whine, unable to form words as he continued his assault on that hidden place inside me. The pleasure was building to something I'd never felt before, Jax’s praise carrying me through it.
Then he stopped.
