Page 263 of Wrong Pucking Player

Taking his time, fucking me at the perfect rhythm that builds the rise of pleasure while he delivers kisses and words of affirmation.

“Look at my Kenzie, taking every thrust, looking like a goddess beneath me,” he breathes as he keeps his pace. “So beautiful. So smart. So fucking talented. A queen so many wish to have but can’t.” He smothers my lips, sucking the air out of me. “Because this queen right here is mine.”

Another soul-sucking kiss, matched with an uptick of his pace, is driving me crazy. The build of it all makes the depths of my core coil and rise as my climax inches closer and closer.

“Oscar,” I moan, warning him of how close I really am.

I’ve been taming myself to draw this out, but this man’s size, husky voice, and the sight of his chiseled beauty are the triple threat that’s going to send me over the edge any moment now.

“Keep moaning my name like that,” he encourages and grips my hips. “You’re gonna cum, Kitten?”

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Oscar,” I answer with pleading eyes.

“Okay, baby.” He looks so fucking pleased, but I see he’s also inching closer to his own climax. “Let’s cum together.”

He further towers over me, kissing my neck while he ups his pace to a speed that rocks my very core.

“Fuck! Yes, Oscar. There. Fuck, fuck. A bit more. Faster. Faster, please!” I wouldn’t see myself begging to go over the edge like this, but my body is so fucking close that I need him to give me that final push.

“That’s it, kitten. Let’s ride that edge together, baby. Cum for me, Kenzie.”

“Oscar!” I scream just as my climax destroys me, the intense rush of pleasure washing through me like tidal waves.

“Fuck,” he curses and thrusts into me until he’s growling loudly. “Kenzie!”

We lose it in the consuming euphoria that takes us on a high of pleasure, leaving us in stillness as we experience every second of it.

We’re panting for breath when we finally relax to calm down from the explosive high, but Oscar doesn’t hesitate to roll me over onto my stomach and trail his tongue down the spine of my back.

“Ready for round two?”

“That depends how many rounds we’re doing.”

“Minimum ten.”

“TEN?” I gasp and look over my shoulder to see his smug smile. “Don’t you dare try to challenge me to that.”

“Reach five and I’ll finish you off with that monster vibrator up your ass.”

I gawk in absolute horror.

He loses it in laughter, the sound so rare, and I’m giggling with him.

“You’re crazy,” I laugh.

“A little,” he admits and lowers so he can kiss my left shoulder. “As many rounds as we can last, Kenzie. Let me just enjoy you as much as I can.”

“Okay,” I whisper and turn my head so we can share a kiss. “Fuck me again and again, Oscar Armani.”

“As you wish, Kitten.”

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The creak of the bed stirs me awake, and a kiss on my cheek follows with the side of my neck.

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