Page 76 of Play For Me
“You told them I was your girlfriend?” I arch a brow in surprise.
“It just sort of came out that way, and it felt right. I told them we are taking our time with Bee, so they won’t say anything to her,” he quickly reassures me.
“Funny. I don’t remember you asking me.” I cross my arms across my chest, and now it’s his turn to be wary as he studies me.
“You want me to ask you?” He pulls his lip ring in, and a hint of a smile teases to come out.
“Yeah, I think I do,” I nod my head. “I’ve only been asked once in high school, and you’ve never asked anyone. I would hate to rob you of this monumental milestone.”
I watch his eyes turn playful as I bite back a smile. I’m having way too much fun with this, and he knows it.
“You’re right,” he nods as a devilish grin appears on his face. “I should experience it. You should also know that this will be the first and last time I will ever ask a girl to be my girlfriend.” He lifts me onto the bathroom counter and steps between my legs. My eyes widen when I feel him straining against his pants as we make contact.
This is completely different from my first experience in high school when the guy I liked asked me to be his girlfriend. We were in the backseat of his Honda, and his hands shook as he touched me for the first time.
I feel his palms on my thighs as he slides them up under my dress and cups my ass in a death grip leaving me no choice but to feel him all of him as he locks me to him.
No, this is completely different as I stare at the man in front of me. There’s not an ounce of timidness in those greys that are burning into mine. He knows exactly what he’s doing and what he wants. Being the prey never felt so good.
“Olivia Sinclair,” he says in a smooth voice that’s dripping with sin.
“Yes?” I whisper as his grey eyes smolder like the most beautiful storm.
“There’s no one in this world that I’ve wanted to ask this question to until now. Will you be my girlfriend?”
Even though I knew it was coming, his words still penetrate me deeply. My heart feels fuller than it has in a long time, not since I held Bee in my arms the day she was born. A smilethreatens to come out, but I play with danger and have my fun one last time.
“I’ll think about it and get back to you. I have to admit, even though that was your first time, it was a better proposal than the last guy who asked me, so you should feel good about that.”
The look on his face is priceless as he stands there in complete and utter disbelief. It doesn’t take him long before he’s back in control and sees through my bullshit.
“I guess I just need to work harder to get that yes out of you.” He drops to his knees, and before I can even comprehend what he’s doing, my thong is on the floor and his tongue is buried deep. His fingers dig into my thighs as he holds them high and wide.
“Oh, God,” I moan as I grip the countertop for support. He works me into a frenzy so fast that my mind can’t catch up with my body as it moves toward surrendering. Just when I start to fall, he eases back, breathing heavily between my legs.
“Miles…please,” I whimper, moving my hips slightly to rub against his scruff for relief.
“I want to hear you say it.” His breath fans my hot flesh as I throb in agony.
“Yes,” I whisper. “It was always going to be a yes.”
He stands up with a smirk on his face, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“But I gave you my answer. Get back down there.” I point to my throbbing center in case there is any doubt where I want him.
Chuckling, he unbuckles his pants and frees himself. My eyes dart downward as I watch him stroke himself.
“I’ll be back down there. You don’t have to worry about that. But right now,” he steps between my spread legs and pushes his tip inside. “Right now, I want to fuck my girlfriend’s sweet pussy until she screams her boyfriend’s name.”
He fills me in one hard thrust and I lose all sense of time.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “Does girlfriend pussy feel better or is it just me?”
“It’s not just you,” I moan as his piercing slides along my walls. “Boyfriend cock just became my new favorite thing.”
“God, I love hearing that,” he growls, rocking into me harder.
His hands have a firm hold on my ass as my legs wrap around him tightly. When his finger finds my other hole, I don’t shy away this time. I welcome the pressure from behind as he presses the tip in, creating a delicious buildup in my core.
