Page 32 of Poker
I lean back and tip her chin up with my finger. “What do you need from me? How can I help you salvage the night?”
Meri’s pupils dilate, and her skin flushes. “Make me forget the feel of him,” she whispers.
Diego may not have touched her intimately, but he still touched her, and that’s a violation.
Bending, I lift Meri into my arms, and she wraps her arms around my neck. “Bedroom?” I rasp.
“Last door on the left.”
I carry her to the room and upon entering, I immediately see she has an attached bath. “Shower first?”
“Yes, please.”
I set her on her feet on the tile floor, and she strips while I adjust the water temperature. When I turn around and see her naked for the first time, I silently thank whatever deity is out there for making her mine.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I say reverently.
Meri blushes. “Thanks. I’d say the same, but you still have clothes on,” she teases.
Quickly rectifying that situation, I strip and toss my clothes to the floor and move to stand a few inches away from her. Tentatively, she presses her palm to my chest, and my skin ripples at the contact.
I guide her into the shower, knowing if I let her explore like she seems to want to, I’ll be coming like a teenager who just discovered pussy. Meri stands under the spray, and I lean forward to press my lips to her collarbone. I trail kisses along her throat, making sure to erase the impression Diego may have left.
“Poker,” she whispers, threading her fingers in my hair and pulling me closer.
Lowering to her nipple, I suck it between my lips while tweaking the other with a free hand.
“Oh God,” she moans.
My cock is so hard I feel like it’d cut through glass like a hot knife through butter, but I focus on her pleasure. Easing her backward until she bumps against the wall, I drop to my knees.
“Hang on, babe,” I growl, and that’s the only warning I give her before burying my face in her pussy and lavishing her clit with my tongue.
Her legs tremble, so I wrap one arm around her thigh to help hold her steady as she grips my shoulders for support. Using my free hand, I drag it through her slit and groan at how wet she is for me.
“More, Poker,” she pleads. “I need more.”
Not one to deny her anything, I lick a path through her folds before shoving two fingers inside just as my tongue returns to her clit. Her knees threaten to buckle, so I tighten my hold.
I work my digits in and out of her, the rhythm of my mouth and hand in sync, until she’s a sexy, quivering mess. Her walls begin to spasm, holding my fingers hostage, and I hum against her flesh. The vibration sends her over the edge, and she screams my name as she falls apart at my mercy.
I don’t stop until she begs me to, and only then do I stand. Putting my fingers at her lips, I demand, “Suck.”
Meri darts her tongue out of her mouth, swirling it around the tips before leaning forward and sucking like her life depends on it.
Fucking hell.
I thrust my cock against her stomach, and she nods as she releases my hand.
“I need you inside me, Poker,” she purrs. “I need it so bad.”
I lift her up and hold her with one arm, using my chest to help with leverage against the wall, while I guide my dick to her center.
“Oh,” she moans when I push the tip in. “More.”
Inch by granite-hard inch, I ease my way into her slick heat, and her head falls back.
“You take me so good,” I groan as I move inside of her at a languid pace.
