Page 54 of Fair Play
“You sure, baby?”
I bob my head yes, and he takes control. Though his touch is light, he holds me by the hair and starts to move purposefully.
“Jesus, Billie…” He pushes all the way in, hitting the back of my throat, and despite the urge to gag, I don’t stop him. Won’t stop him. I crave this, relish in how hot it makes me to know I can do this for him.
“Fuck, yeah!” He comes hard, spurts of semen sliding down my throat, and I manage to swallow before I choke.
He quickly pulls free and tugs me by the hair.
“Come up here, baby.”
I carefully crawl up his body, pausing to wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Yum,” I whisper as I ease against his chest.
“That was fan-fucking-tastic,” he growls in my ear, wrapping an arm around me. “There are no words for how good that was.”
“You’re welcome.” I grin even though he can’t see my face in this position.
“You know we’re not done, right?”
“You need to rest,” I protest. “I wanted you to relax and?—”
“Billie.” He interrupts me in a no-nonsense tone. “Take your damn clothes off and then come drop that sweet pussy on my face.”
I sit up slowly, my eyes meeting his. “Are you sure? Your leg…”
“You’re not riding my cock tonight. But there’s nothing wrong with my head.” His eyes gleam with intensity and my vagina is absolutely drenched.
It takes me less than thirty seconds to get undressed and there’s no mistaking the desire that’s written all over his face.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he breathes, his eyes at half-mast.
I smile and crawl back onto the bed.
“Look at you.” He reaches up, runs a finger along the bar that pierces my nipple. “That’s hot—does it hurt if I tug on it?”
“Depends on how hard, but generally speaking, no.” I’m on my knees, kneeling beside him, and he cups my breast with one hand while continuing to toy with my piercing with the other.
“So many damn things I want to do to you,” he rumbles. “But this damn leg…”
“It’s okay. We don’t have to do it all tonight. We don’t have to do anything tonight. I only wanted to help you relax.”
“I’ll be very relaxed after I eat your pussy. But first, lay beside me for a minute.”
I do as he asks, stretching out on my side so I can look at him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Billie. I love looking at you—even when you’re fully dressed.”
“Naked is a bonus, though, right?”
He chuckles. “Oh, yeah.”
Then he leans forward and captures my lips with his. It’s not soft or tentative—this kiss tells me he’s claiming me. Maybe it’s just for tonight, but whatever the timetable, there is no doubt whom I belong to. His tongue curls with mine as his hands skim my body. He’s in no rush, despite his possessiveness, and it’s intoxicating to be sharing something so sensual with him.
Somehow, kissing like this, naked bodies pressed together, but no other direct sexual contact, is even more erotic than when he had his dick down my throat.
When we finally break apart, his eyes are glazed and he brushes a lock of hair out of my eyes.
