Page 22 of Play For Me
“I’m not going to fall in love with you just like you aren’t with me,” I whisper the words out loud and see something flash briefly in his eyes, but it’s gone before he lets me see it.
“Glad you have everything figured out for the both of us in that pretty head of yours.” He doesn’t give me time to answer because he’s filling me in one hard thrust on my next breath.
Sensations slam into me as he settles deep inside me. His body stills as he buries his face in my neck, breathing hard. His hand has a crushing grip on my hip as his fingers dig into my flesh. I feel his heart beating rapidly against my chest as emotions swirl around us.
It’s too much…it’s too everything. Fear creeps in as I start to feel emotions awaken inside me. Emotions I haven’t let myself feel since I was left with my heart torn wide open by a guy who swore I was his everything.
“Liv…” he whispers my name, and I feel the weight it carries. So many feelings…so many unanswered questions. Answers I’m too afraid to search for.
“I…I need to turn over.” I push him back, and he slides out of me. I avoid his greys that I know will lure me in. I need to feel less connected to him. This doesn’t feel like just a fuck anymore. It feels too real and vulnerable.
I get on my hands and knees and wait for him to touch me.
“Please,” I beg softly when he doesn’t move. “Just fuck me like you said you would.”
“Fucking isn’t going to make it go away,” he says in a low voice.
“But it will make me forget for the night.” I push back into him and rub my ass against his hard length. “It’s not nice to make a lady wait. If you have changed your mind, I can easily go home now and finish what you started with my toy…”
He grabs my hips and cuts me off, filling me hard and deep. “You want to fuck. Then let’s fuck.” He slams into me again, and I cry out from the sheer pleasure that streaks through my body.
Even through the condom, I can feel the piercing dragging along my inner walls and igniting a flame within my body.
“Is this what you want, Olivia? You want my cock buried inside you?” His voice is rough and holds no emotions now, and it’s exactly what I want…what is safer.
“Yes…God, yes,” I moan when he reaches up and grabs my ponytail, pulling hard.
“You like it rough, don’t you. You may look like an angel, but we both know deep down there’s a side of you that’s just begging to be free. This tight pussy is craving someone like me. Someone who knows exactly what it needs.”
He pulls me up by my ponytail and holds me tightly against his chest. His hand goes down to where we connect, and he rubs my swollen clit.
“Miles,” I whimper, moving against him harder. He angles his hips, and I feel his piercing hit a sensitive spot. His other hand finds my breast, and he pinches my nipple hard between his fingers. A rush of desire floods my body, and I feel like I’m about to shatter into a million pieces.
When his hand snakes up to grab my neck, I lean into thepressure. I don’t know what it is about hand necklaces, but I love the feeling they give me. I feel owned and powerful all at once.
“Such a naughty girl,” he whispers into my neck before sucking hard. It’s definitely going to leave a mark, and I’m secretly pleased I’ll have something to remember him by. I grab the back of his head and grip his hair hard.
He moans as my fingers dig into his scalp. I can feel myself about to fall over the edge as my walls start to tighten.
“Fuck,” he rasps, tightening his hold on my neck. “Feels so fucking good when you grip me like that. Cum for me, Olivia. Let me feel your sweet pussy surrender to me.”
His words push me off the ledge as my body lets go for him. I scream his name as I explode around him and feel something like never before. It’s the most mind-altering orgasm of my life as sensations shoot through me faster than I can comprehend.
He shouts his release as his body syncs with mine. I feel his strong pulse as he empties inside. He’s got a death grip with both hands as he holds me tightly against his body.
When we finally come back to reality, I’m sagging against him, both of us breathing hard. He gently releases his grip on me, and I feel him slowly slide out. My body immediately feels a sense of loss, and I try to stuff down the emotion.
“I’ll be right back,” I hear him say as he breaks the silence. He walks to the bathroom to clean up, and I shut my eyes tightly to keep the tears from falling.
Why the hell am I crying?
I just had the best sex of my life. I should be jumping up and down right now and high-fiving my inner badass for a job well done. Instead, I feel…sad.
I frantically search for my clothes, and I’m dressed by the time he comes back out. I thought I was tougher than this, but I’m not built for this. I get too attached too easily, and I fall for the wrong guys every time. I won’t let myself do it again.
His eyes narrow as they rake down my body.
“Not wasting any time getting out of here, are you?” He walks over to his pants and throws them on without any underwear. I look away because it’s too hard to watch. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wasn’t supposed to feel like I can’t breathe at the thought of walking away from him.
