Page 90 of Playing Dirty
The way he's looking at me makes me feel like the most desirable woman in the world.
"I want you on top so that I can see your face while you ride me." He lies back against the pillows, his cock standing straight up, thick and ready, still wet with my saliva. He crooks a finger at me, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Come here, sweetheart."
I swing my leg over him and settle onto his lap, his cock trapped between us, pressing hot and hard against me. His hands go to my breasts immediately, cupping them, filling his palms with their weight, and I arch into his touch.
"These fucking tits," he groans, squeezing them roughly, watching the flesh spill between his fingers. "I could spend hours on these alone, sweetheart.”
"Yes," I gasp. "Anything you want. Whatever you want."
His fingers find my nipple and roll it between them, gently at first, then harder, and I cry out.
"So responsive," he murmurs, watching my face with rapt attention as he plays with me. "I fucking love how sensitive your tits are. I love how you react to every little touch. These perfect nipples, getting so hard for me. So pink and pretty and begging to be played with."
He pinches harder and I jerk in his grip, a bolt of white-hot sensation shooting from my nipple straight to my clit. It's right on the edge of pain, that delicious line where pleasure and hurt blur together, and I moan. I'm squirming on top of him, grinding against his cock, desperate for more.
"Cillian," I gasp. "Please. I need you inside me. I can't take it anymore."
"You’ll take whatever I give you," he says. "That's what good girls do. They take what they're given and they thank me for it."He pinches my nipples harder until I'm whimpering. "Now ask me nicely. Beg me to fuck you."
"Please," I beg, all pride abandoned. "Please fuck me, Cillian. I need your cock inside me. I need to feel you filling me up. Please, I'm begging you, I'll do anything?—"
"That's my good girl." He releases my nipples and grips my hips, lifting me slightly. With his other hand, he positions his cock at my entrance. "Take me inside you. Slow. I want to feel every inch of you taking my cock."
I sink down onto him slowly, gasping as he stretches me open, fills me up. The sensation is overwhelming—he's so big, so hot, and I'm so wet that he slides in easily despite his size, inch by inch, until his cock is buried inside me.
"Oh god." My voice comes out strangled, broken. "You're so deep."
"That's because this pussy was made for my cock," he growls, his hands gripping my hips tight. "Made to take every inch of me. Now ride me, sweetheart."
I brace my hands on his chest and start to move, rolling my hips in slow circles at first, getting used to the angle, the depth, the way he hits places inside me that make my whole body sing.
"Faster," he demands, his eyes fixed on where we're joined, watching his cock disappear inside me over and over. "I want to see those perfect tits bounce. Want to watch you fuck yourself on my cock like you're starving for it."
I increase my pace, rising up until just the tip is inside me, then back down. My breasts bounce with every movement, swaying and jiggling, and his eyes are locked on them like he can't look away.
"Fuck yes," he groans. "Look at you. Riding me like you were born to do it. Those beautiful tits bouncing, that tight pussy squeezing me. You're fucking perfect, Margot. Absolutely fucking perfect."
"Touch me," I beg, grabbing his hands and putting them on my breasts. "Please. I need your hands on me. I need?—"
He doesn't need to be told twice. His hands cup my breasts roughly, squeezing them together, his thumbs finding my nipples and rubbing them in hard circles that make me cry out.
"These are mine," he growls, pinching both nipples at the same time, twisting them until I'm gasping. "These perfect fucking tits belong to me. This pussy belongs to me. Every inch of this body is mine, do you understand?"
"Yours," I agree breathlessly, riding him faster, harder. "All yours. Only yours. I'm yours, Cillian."
"That's right." He sits up suddenly, one arm wrapping around my waist to hold me steady, changing the angle so he's hitting even deeper. His mouth finds my breast and he sucks my nipple into his mouth, hard, his teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh.
I moan at the sensation, pleasure and pain blurring together, my pussy clenching around him so hard he groans against my breast. He switches to the other nipple, biting down, soothing the sting with his tongue, then biting again. The dual assault—his cock inside me, his mouth on my breast—is almost too much to bear.
"I'm close," I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Cillian, I'm so close. Please?—"
"I'm mad about you, Margot. Fucking mad about you. You're mine. Every inch of you belongs to me."
"I'm yours," I sob. "All yours. Please?—"
"Come for me." His finger works hard against my clit, rubbing fast circles. "Come on my cock right fucking now. Let me feel you."
I shatter.
