Page 69 of Craving the Player

"Are you okay?" Ishriek, looking through each window in an attempt to find areason as to why we're currently stopped on the side of an empty street instead of at home.

"I'mway too horny to be driving right now," he groans and Iwatch him palm the thick bulge in his slacks.

"You're kidding," Iscoff and push out arelieved sigh. "Ithought you were having aheart attack or something, jackass."

"Aheart attack? Do Ilook like someone that would be having aheart attack? I'mhealthy as ahorse, sweetheart. Don'tworry about me," he boasts and pats his thighs. "Now come over here."

Istay in my seat. "You want to have sex here? On the side of aroad? What if somebody sees?"

"Who cares.” Lifting ashoulder, he starts to unbutton his dress shirt. "Don'ttell me you're too chicken, Sierra."

Inarrow my eyes. "I'mnot chicken."

"Then come over here and ride my cock."

My clit swells at his dominant tone, my panties becoming damp. Swallowing, Iwatch his fingers skim expertly down his shirt before pulling it open. Iitch to reach out and feel the familiar ridges covering the tanned-skin, craving the heat of him beneath my fingertips. But Ikeep my hands to myself, wanting to watch him first.

He reaches for his pants now, fiddling with his belt buckle until it flaps open, and pulling down the zipper of his slacks. My thighs clench together as Itry to soothe the throb between them, keeping my eyes trained on Braden so he can see just how desperately Ineed him. It feels impossible to keep from touching myself. My nipples swell behind my dress, and Ican’thelp but palm my breast, whimpering when my inner walls pulse in response.

His eyes meet mine as he lifts his hips and pushes his pants and boxers down his legs. My lips part, my tongue slipping out to swipe across them when he grabs his hard cock with atight fist. He gives his shaft afew slow, hard strokes before swiping the bead of pre-cum away.

"Well? Do you want an invitation, Sierra?" His voice is gravelly, raw.

The arrogant question slides off my back as Iunbuckle my seatbelt and climb over the center console. With my thighs pressed to the outside of his, Isit down on his lap and nearly cry out when my swollen clit presses against the hard ridge of his cock.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip as my hands find purchase on his shoulders for balance. Afirm hand grips my face, squeezing my chin and tilting my head down. Braden takes my mouth in adesperate, dirty kiss, sucking the air from my lungs. My tongue licks the seam of his lips and he parts them for me with athroaty groan that Ifeel vibrating deep in his chest.

I’ve never been so attracted to somebody in my life. Braden invokes something carnal in me, something that’sbeen hidden for as long as Ican remember. It makes me desperate and unhinged, like Ihave no control over my body. It’sscary, even alittle terrifying. But I’ve begun to harness those feelings, using them to take control over this man in away that Inever thought was possible.

Our kiss is frantic, hungry. It’sas if this is the last time his lips will taste mine and we both know it—athought that Idon'tlet poison my mind as Igrind against his bare shaft, searching for the release Ineed so desperately.

Ifeel him reach between us and pull my panties to the side, exposing my drenched pussy. My head falls back with acurse when he cups me, pressing his palm against my clit. "You're always ready for me." Ican feel his smirk kiss my neck.

Isuck in asharp breath and buck against his hand, my hips swirling. One long finger teases my entrance before sliding inside, agonizingly slow. “More,” Ibreathe, twisting my hips again as blinding lust heats my blood. My nails dig into his shoulders, and Ipress my face into his neck, pressing my lips to his pulse point and sucking on the racing beat beneath it.

Two more fingers thrust inside of me, swirling and bending to hit my sweet spot before retreating fully with awet, sloppy sound. “If Idon’tget inside of you right now Imight fucking die, baby,” Braden grunts before Ifeel the swollen, wet tip of his cock press against my entrance. He coats himself in my wetness before slapping my clit with the head, my thighs shuddering as Istruggle to hold myself up.

The heat in his amber eyes has me unable to look away and watch him as Ilower myself onto his shaft, sinking inch by inch until I’ve taken all of him. Ifeel so desired, so beautiful that Ican’tcatch my breath. My throat constricts, tightening to the point Ihave to gasp, like an invisible hand is collaring it, choking me until black rims my vision and the world stops. But there’snothing there. Nothing but bright, world-burning, unadulterated love for the man in front of me. Astinging sensation builds behind my eyes, my vision blurring.

Ilove him.

But Ihave to leave him.

"Braden," Iwhimper, sliding the dress shirt down his shoulders and gripping onto the muscles resting there in an attempt to ground myself before Ifly away. Something warm and wet slides down my cheek, and Iswipe it away quickly, hoping he didn’tnotice. Irefuse to cry right now. This might be the last time . . . no. Don’tthink about it.

With athroaty groan, he grips me tighter and thrusts his hips, burying himself so deep Icry out. My head falls back and Iclose my eyes, blinking back the blinding pain that ricochets through my chest.

Braden’shands slide through my hair, gripping it tightly like he always does when he uses it to move me how he wants me. Closer, farther, it'shis choice. Just how he likes it. Idon’tput up afight, too utterly weightless.

"Tell me that I'mthe only one that gets to fuck this pussy," he orders, thrusting into me relentlessly while shoving my dress down my shoulders and rolling my left nipple between his calloused fingertips.

"You're the only one.” Asob tears up my throat when Ifeel the familiar pull in my stomach. Lifting my hips, Itake back some control and begin to ride him. Itry to memorize how it feels to be filled with him, the smooth, thick size of him pulsing as he gets closer and closer to his release. My nipples drag against his bare chest as Iarch my back and place my palms on his thighs, using him to increase our pace.

His large hands cup my face and I’mright there, shaking in his lap like aleaf in the wind as tears scorn my cheeks, falling to his chest. Those amber eyes fill with something broken, something too heavy to carry as his thumbs begin to catch my tears, wiping them away frantically as he says my name like acurse.

He drives inside of me hard one last time before stilling, my walls continuing to pulse around him, the last of my orgasm draining what little energy Ihad left. “You’re mine, Sierra. All mine.”

Inod over and over again and collapse against him, seconds before his arms wrap around me, holding me to him like he’sscared I’ll open the car door and run. But Ican’t. Not right now.

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