Page 55 of Wrong Pucking Player

It takes me placing both my hands on her shoulders from stopping her from getting up entirely.

“Hold up, Xandra,” I stress with a hint of sternness in my voice. It catches her attention instantly, those wide, dilated eyes boring into mine.

“Did you just use your ‘doctor’ voice on me?” she inquires as though I insulted her.

As if I have the audacity to do such a thing.

It’s kind of cute when she gets pissed at me attempting to manhandle her, but in this instance, it’s for a good cause.

Trying to ensure my ex-girlfriend doesn’t pass out again at my rival’s house.

Great.

I’m calling Oscar my rival.

Fucking hell.

“Why?” I lean in close enough to make her eyes widen further. “Want me to use something deeper to your taste?”

Does she get turned on by Oscar’s deep voice?

It’s obvious that I’m jealous as fuck right now.

Will I admit it out loud? Fuck no.

“Y-You have a deeper voice?” she ponders, and her cheeks begin to redden with that light layer of blush.

It’s that look that takes over her expression when she’s getting closer to a thrilling orgasm—rosy, red cheeks with her parted smooth lips, the pleading blue eyes, and the way her moans haunt my fucking wet dreams.

“I do,” I whisper, my tone far deeper than I usually talk. The husky sound is raw with dominance and one I don’t use as often as I should.

Maybe it’s time to change things.

“Does my delicate Diamond want a private listen?” I whisper into her ear before my lips lightly brush along her earlobe down to the side of her neck. She shivers at my touch, her back arching when I pick that favorite sensitive spot at her nape that makes her whimper in mere seconds of sucking it.

“W-Wyatt?” I can hear the hint of surprise in her voice from my bold move.

I bet she can sense I’m horny as fuck all of a sudden.

This isn’t the place to do anything, yet I want to.

Claim my girl right here and now.

In my enemy’s territory.

I’m losing my fucking mind.

“What’s gotten into you?” she shyly asks as she briefly looks away. “We… shouldn’t be doing this here.”

Before I realize it, I have her pinned beneath me on the couch, my hands pressing against the seat cushion while my lips barely brush hers.

“Why, Xandra?” I don’t know what’s come over me. “Afraid we’ll be caught?” I want her to say yes just so I can increase the chances. Just the idea of Oscar walking in to see me kissing my woman pushes my ego to new limits. I want him to come in right now. To see what I bring to the table and that I’m the better option for my girl.

He would be no good for her.

I know her better.

Love her more.

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