Page 170 of Wrong Pucking Player

As though neither of us wants this to end.

I feel that creeping build of pleasure, the need to chase it, encouraging me to begin to move a little faster.

“Tell me,” I repeat as it’s my turn to slip my fingers into his black strands and pull his head back. He lets me do it, just as he lets me smash my lips against his.

We’re moving faster now, my grinds meeting his as he begins to fall into rhythm with my movements.

“Make me, Kenzie,” he whispers.

Groaning with impatience, I take the opportunity to run my tongue along his bottom lip. He dares to smile before he opens his mouth just enough so I can have what I want.

Our tongues entwine.

We fight for breath.

We’re chasing the high that’s building with every movement.

This is what turns me on the most.

Being the one in control.

Getting to take the lead and watching a man submit.

I don’t think I can last much longer.

“Kenzie,” Armani moans into my mouth as we struggle to keep this pace as it is. “You better cum first.”

“And lose?” I grunt and wrap my arms around his neck, forcing my body to press against his. “Never.”

“You’re… not going to last,” he says through gritted teeth. He knows it’s the other way around, but damn, seeing him fight to resist his pleasure is driving me mad.

“You just want your name on my ass,” I moan and give up trying to tame this. My hips are moving on their own, my arms further tightening around his neck, so he has no way of stopping me as I ride his erect cock.

If only his boxers were out of the way.

If only my panties and shorts were off.

I’d have this man’s pierced cock deep inside me.

Wrecking me until I scream his name again and again.

“Ken…zie,” Armani grunts, which makes me inch so close to the edge, it takes every string of resistance to stop myself from cumming.

I can’t lose.

Hugging him tightly, I dare to test something I haven’t done this whole time.

Moan his name.

“Cum with me, Oscar,” I plead with a begging voice that’s as feminine as I can make it.

He caves.

“Fuck!” He curses and grips my hips when he grinds into me three more times—the action igniting the climax that sends him groaning loudly.

I crumble right after, the wave of euphoria that slams into my senses leaving me moaning through my release.

“I… fucking… God…” I can’t even finish my statement as aftershocks riddle through me.

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