Page 43 of Dirty Pucking Player

He pulls back and flashes a grin, my arousal glistening on his lips. “Baby, I always play dirty, and you haven’t seen anything yet.”

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BASH

I would love nothing more than to toy with her all night. To bring her to the brink of orgasm over and over again only to back her down again and make her beg for release.

But my aching cock isn’t going to let me wait long enough to do that.

Not when I’ve been fantasizing about this since our first confrontation. Not now that her arousal coats my tongue, and I know how goddamn sweet she is everywhere.

I want to see her come undone. I want to see that second of true and utter bliss when she hangs on the precipice and then falls and shatters. I can’t remember wanting anything else more in my life than I want that this exact moment.

Greer stares down at me with hooded, lust-soaked eyes while the lights of the Strip flash and spin behind her through the glass.

She’s so fucking beautiful—her pale skin pink and flushed and her perfect high, round breasts heaving.

I won’t make her wait.

Not tonight.

I may be a dick, but I’m a selfish one, and my cock needs to be inside of her more than I need to play with her now.

There will be plenty of time to play later. Once we’re both satisfied.

I press a trail of kisses from her navel down her left thigh, then switch and move up her right one and back to the center of her body. Her legs shake, and her nails dig into my shoulders as I plunge my tongue into her hot cunt again.

She groans, and one of her hands shifts up onto my head to push me tighter against her. “Please, Bash.”

It’s the last time I’ll make her beg. At least tonight. At least this round.

I suck her clit between my lips and slide three fingers inside her, spreading her wide and curling them into her G-spot. She gasps and shudders as I quickly work her to the point of no return.

“Oh, fuck! I’m gonna come.”

“Damn right, you are.” I flick her clit. “Come for me, Coach.” Another flick. “I want to taste all of you.”

She moans and rolls her hips against my face in time with my sucking lips and thrusting fingers. A moment later, her body stiffens, and she cries out. Her mouth drops open, and her head falls back against the glass. She squeezes her eyes shut and gasps as she comes.

Her body twitches and trembles, and her pussy clamps around my fingers in a spastic rhythm that almost has my cock exploding. I suck down her release, relishing every single drop of it, knowing I was the one giving it to her.

With a satisfied moan, her body stills, and she sags against the glass and me. I pull back and rise to my feet with an arm around her waist to keep her from falling.

This is what I wanted—Greer satiated and wrung out on pleasure.

But it isn’t nearly enough.

I claim her lips, and she groans and tangles her tongue around mine. It doesn’t even seem to bother her that her release still fills my mouth. If anything, it only seems to animate her more.

Nails score the back of my neck, and she mewls and presses her lush body against mine almost frantically.

So fucking hot.

My cock twitches between us, and I slide my hand down and stroke it slowly.

If it were anyone else, I’d be reaching for a condom right now. I don’t do unprotected sex, but this isn’t just some random girl. I know Greer, and I want to experience all of her.

I need to feel her hot cunt tightening around me with nothing between us.

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