Page 114 of Playing to Win
He goes down on me and I just take it, moaning with every thrust of his fingers. Whimpering at every swipe of his tongue. He flips me over onto my stomach, spreading me wide from behind and licks me everywhere…back there andoh God.
His tongue teases the most forbidden hole I’ve got and never would I think I’d like that but…
Holy shit, I love it.
He licks it. Strokes it. Inserts just the tip of his finger inside it, encouraging me to basically hump the mattress while he does and I do it. Like a woman with zero self-control, I grind my pussy against the bed, while Ace has his face buried between my ass cheeks and I’m falling apart in minutes, coming so hard, I swear to God I pass out.
Nothing but black. No sound. No thought. Just pleasure radiating throughout my body. Pulsating in my core.
When I come to, Ace is already climbing off the bed and is in my connected bathroom. The faucet turns on and he’s washing what I can only assume is his face and hands. I tug the sheet up, covering my still trembling body and when the water shuts off, he’s standing in the open bathroom doorway seconds later, studying me.
“I, uh…” His voice drifts and he shrugs, his erect cock bobbing with the movement. “Had to clean myself up first. Before we—”
Excitement bubbles in my veins at thebefore wepart. “Right.” No cross contamination going on here. I appreciate his cleanliness.
He climbs into bed with me, his big body taking up almost all of the space. I have a puny double bed because my room is so small. My parents wanted to buy me a queen but it would’ve taken up most of the space and…
Oh my God, when was the last time I talked to my parents? I’ve been so busy and I miss them.
A thick with muscle arm wraps around me, pulling me into an equally muscular chest and I go willingly, my back to his front, his cock poking my ass. I lie there, all thoughts of my parents gone, my body on high alert, ready to continue the night’s activities.
Orgasms so far? One each. Hoping for more.
“Really only one more time, huh?” He nuzzles the side of my neck, his rumbly voice making my stomach dip and twist.
“One more time, what?” I ask, my body relaxing as he continues rubbing my neck and shoulder with his nose, his wide hand spanning my stomach.
A woman could get used to this. A big, manly man in her bed, about to fuck her until she can’t walk, but being sweet about it first.
“You said one more time. Then that would be it.” He kisses my shoulder, his lips soft. “For us.”
Can I take that back? I didn’t mean it. There’s no way I want this to be over. I like him too much.
I mentally curse clauses and agreements and women who get their revenge by posting dick pics all over official university social media. She ruined it for the rest of us, and God, life is really unfair.
“Do you want this to be it for us?” I ask, my voice wary. A little shaky even. I swear I quit breathing and my heart even stops beating while waiting for his answer.
“What do you think?” He thrusts his hips against my butt, nice and slow, his cock reminding me that yes, he’s invested and always ready to go. “I just ate your ass, Red. Pretty sure I’m in it to win it.”
What…what does that even mean? “In it to win it? Win what?”
He chuckles and the sound is so warm and sexy, it makes my pussy ache. “I figured you’d zero in on the eating ass part.”
I’m only mildly embarrassed about him mentioning that, but I’m more curious about the other part. “What are you trying to win?”
“You.” He kisses my shoulder again. My neck. His lips are soft and sweet and I remember that this is the man who just said he ate my ass and suddenly I’m giggling.
And I can’t stop.
“Why are you laughing?” he asks, sounding mildly offended.
“I don’t know. You say crazy stuff.” His hand slips from my stomach to my pussy, his fingers teasing my slit and a soft huff of air escapes me. “You’re a contradiction.”
“How so?” He slips his fingers deeper, pinching my clit between them, the slick sound of his fingers in my pussy horny music to my ears.
From the way his cock is twitching against my ass, I’m guessing it’s the same for him.
“You say you’re trying to win me, which is just…it’s a little romantic.”
