Page 35 of The Players

“You woke up my dick, doll face. I thought I should return the favor.”

Another blink. He could almost feel her face heating up when she looked down at his groin.

“I’m sorry, I should—”

“Don’t be sorry.” In a swift move, he rolled on top of her, his legs between hers, spreading her thighs. He knew he was taking a risk, and was happy when she didn’t flinch or started screaming his ears off.

“Sy… I…”

He put a finger on her lips. “I’m a simple man, Carmen. I fuck when I’m horny, and fight when I’m angry. I’ll never lie to you. I might not always answer a question I don’t like, but I won’t fucking lie. I want you. Can’t say for how long. I don’t do relationship shit. But the time when I’m with you, my body will only be yours. Be brave, doll. Be brave, bold, and free. Yeah, I will push your limits, but nothing will happen that you don’t want.”

He gave her some more time to change her mind, but she seemed relaxed underneath him. Soft, warm, lush—everything he desired in a woman. Top it off with beautiful eyes that seemed to look straight into his soul, and he was barely keeping him from burying himself deep inside her.

Shit. He couldn’t think like that. She was just a fuck. Just like any other woman. That didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy each other though.

When her hands went to his shoulders, slowly caressing them, he started kissing her neck. Then her lips, slipping her his tongue. It was obvious she didn’t have much experience in the kissing department and for some reason, he found that endearing. Her big, hazel eyes looked up at him in wonder and trust. A tiny voice in the back of his mind screamed at him in warning. It told him he might be starting something he could not finish. That Carmen Rossi was a keeper, and he had no intention of ever keeping a woman. Thrusting his tongue deeper inside her mouth, he ignored the voice. Life was short. They were both adults and he was going to give her the fucking time of her life.

He wondered if she knew her hips were moving closer to him. That she was grinding into his dick, looking for friction.

“I’ve got you. Don’t intend on dying before tasting this pussy,” he ground out.

“Um… I don’t think…” She swallowed. “Maybe we should wait and…”

Hell, she was going to kill him. He dropped his head onto her shoulder, but his fingers kept playing with her breast. He couldn’t stop fondling the delicious, creamy peaks.

“Go with your gut, Carmen. What does your body tell you?”

Her fingers drew lazy circles on his biceps. He doubted she was aware she was driving him crazy.

“It tells me… that I want you.”

He kissed her on the lips, silently telling her that her honest answer pleased him.

When he spread her legs wide and went down, her hands flew to his head.

“Sy?”

Ignoring her, he started kissing her creamy, inner thighs.

“How is it that you smell like vanilla all over your body?”

She giggled. “Must be because I like to bake.”

He didn’t care if she bathed in vanilla foam. All he knew was that he wanted to taste her on his lips. Now.

He speared his tongue inside her core, making her cry out. Once again, her hands went to his head, clawing in his hair.

“Sy…” This time, her voice was more of a moan.

He rubbed her pussy, then gave a tap to her clit. “That’s right, baby. Get soaking wet. Give me something to eat.”

He switched the slow rubs and taps to outright slaps with the flat of his hand. Then, he dove right back in, making her back bounce off the mattress. He kept his gaze on her, needing to see every response to his touch. She began to whimper and tremble, but he didn’t let up.

Carmen screamed and her eyes flew open. “Oh. My. God.”

She looked so shocked that Sy had a feeling he knew the reason. “It was your first orgasm, wasn’t it?”

She blinked, still looking out of it. “I had no idea it felt like that. It’s amazing. It’s…”

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