Page 116 of Play Me
“Just to watch you jack yourself off. Remember, I did a lot of research into alternative ways to make money. You can make bank if you have a big cock and some time on your hands.Orsaid big cockinyour hands.”
This woman. “I guess that’s a viable income stream once I retire from rugby.”
“Yeah, I don’t know how I feel about that. I’m afraid I’d see someone make a comment on a thread somewhere online andI’d have to fight them.” She shrugs helplessly. “Can’t help it. I am who I am.”
“I’m honored that you’d fight someone over me.”
She winks. “I didn’t say over you. I said over your cock.”
“Thanks for the clarification,” I say, shaking my head. Glancing down at the board, I see my next move. “Your bra is mine,” I say, taking her bishop with a middle pawn.
“Oh, no. How terrible,” she says in faux horror. “What will I ever do?”
She stands slowly, her eyes glued to mine, and removes the thin piece of fabric stretched across her chest. What little support the bra gave her is now gone and her teardropped-shaped tits hang perfectly. She’s a sight to behold, the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.
“How invested are you in this game?” I ask her, pulling a condom from the pocket of my shorts.
“Depends on my other options. Do you want to go for a jog? I’ll play chess.” She smirks as I rip the condom wrapper open. “Want me to ride you?” She takes her hands and levels the rest of the chess pieces, and the sound echoes through the apartment. “Game over.”
Thank God.I roll the rubber over myself, wishing I had the self-restraint to wait. But I don’t. I need to be inside hernow.
She slips her shorts and panties over her hips, then steps out of them. “I’m literally soaked. My thighs are sticking together.”
“Get over here.”
She steps over her garments and straddles me on the couch. I slip my fingers between us, coating my hand with her arousal.
“Damn,” I hiss, so hard I think I might explode.
Her gaze is hungry as she hovers over my tip. Her breasts are in my face, close enough for me to suck. That earns me a sweet, wanton moan as she slides herself onto my cock, burying me to the hilt.
“I need a second,” she says, swallowing hard. Her lashes flutter as she sucks in a breath and moans again.
My thighs flex, shaking at the intensity of her pussy wrapped around me. She’s so tight that I’m barely able to breathe. So beautiful that I can’t think. So flawless that … I’m fucked.
“You’re a dream, Astrid,” I whisper, running my palms over her tits. “Every piece of you is perfect.”
Her muscles tighten and her pussy constricts even more. I growl, lowering my hands to her hips and urging her to move.
Slowly, like she’s trying to torture me, she begins to rock her hips against mine.
“This is my favorite,” she says softly. “Do you want to know why?”
“Why?”
“Because I like watching you fall apart. I love knowing that I have the power to make you feel like this.”
Her gaze is wide and clear, her honesty pure and vulnerable. How did I ever think this woman was only a shrew?
The weekend, siding with me rather than falling for Brooks’s charm. The way she looked at me at the ranch … as if she had always been a part of it. Her easy banter with Hart.
Cathy’s whispered words as we left.“She’s it, Gray. Your mama and daddy would’ve loved her. Don’t let her go, my boy.”
Cathy is right.
She’s it.
I’m just not sure what I did to deserve her.
