Page 99 of Play Me
What more can a man ask for?
“Lie. The fuck. Down.”
She rolls her eyes but eases herself onto the quilt. As soon as she’s settled, I grab her ankles and jerk her to the edge of the tailgate. The material acts like a sled, delivering her to me like a gift I’m about to devour.
My cock strains against my pants. It’s so hard ithurts. The ache in my balls radiates to my abs and groin, begging for relief.
But before I can get to that, I have to satisfy her. I may never get this chance again.
“Oh God,” she gasps as she realizes my intentions.
I spread her legs, laying her pussy out for me to take in whatever way I want it. Her flesh is pink and absolutely drenched with her need for me. It’s more than I could’ve imagined. I could never, in my wildest, most feverish dreams, have envisioned that I would have Miss Manners naked and splayed out in the back of my truck.Fuck me.
My hands slide beneath her ass, tilting her pelvis toward my mouth.
“Gray …”
I blow across her swollen bud, and she squirms in my hands.
“Your scent makes me crazy,” I say, breathing in the sweet smell of sex. “I bet you taste amazing, too.”
“Gray, please—oh!”
Her knees fall to the sides as I drag my tongue through her pulsing slit. She quivers, shaking around my mouth as if she’s ready to explode. Her hands dig into the quilt and ball it into her fists as she groans her pleasure into the air.
“Do you feel that?” I ask, flattening my tongue against her clit, thereby stealing her ability to speak. I chuckle as she squirms, giving the bud another flick. “Oh, I’m definitely using this in the future to shut you up.”
She moans, louder this time, as she flexes her hips against my face. I smile into her pussy, learning the rhythm of her body.
Her reaction to me—hungry and reckless—has my cock screaming in protest.
I bury my face into her pussy, fucking her with my tongue. Kissing her with my lips. Nipping her with my teeth. Her taste is an aphrodisiac. I want—I needmore. I add a finger, slipping it through her folds, and groan as she grips it tightly. I curl my finger, stroking her G-spot as she starts grinding against my hand.
“Gray!”
Her legs begin to shake, a telltale sign that she’s about to come, so I give her clit a final kiss and then blow on it as I pull away slowly.
She struggles to prop herself up on her elbows. Her eyes are wild as she peers down at me. “Why did you stop?”
“Because you were about to come.”
“Precisely.”
I grin. “Maybe I’m greedy, but the first time you come tonight, I want it to be on my cock.”
Her eyes are hooded. “Yes, please.”
Over her protests, I go back to the side of my truck. I make quick work of shedding my clothes, wiping my face off on my shirt, and digging a condom out of my middle console. By the time I return to Astrid, she’s sitting on the tailgate, miffed.
“I didn’t even get to watch you undress,” she says, pouting. “What kind of bullshit is this?”
I laugh at her adorableness. “I promise you can watch me undress later, okay? But right now, I want to bury myself inside your pretty little cunt.”
“Oh.”
She lets me lift her off the tailgate and then wraps her legs around my waist. Her chest is plastered against mine, and the heat of her pussy is hot against my stomach.
Her pillowy-soft lips find mine as her hands drag through my hair. She tugs my head back, sucking my tongue into her mouth—lighting the match to my gasoline-soaked fuse. Her nails dig into my scalp. I can feel her wetness sliding against my stomach, sides, and the top of my overly sensitive cock.
