Page 115 of Playing to Win
“I like romance.” His mouth is at my ear, teeth nipping the lobe.
“But then you talk about eating ass and instantly turn it dirty,” I whisper.
“You liked it when I said that. Don’t deny it.”
“I did.”
“And you liked it when I did that too.”
A shiver moves through me at the reminder. “Uh huh.”
He’s grinning against my shoulder. “You humped your bed.”
“Shut up.”
“You’re fucking filthy, Red.”
“You love it.”
“I do.”
We’re quiet for a moment, me marinating in my feelings. In his words. Feeling so utterly content, I don’t know how it could get much better.
“Enough with the dirty romance talk,” he finally says, his fingers still in my pussy and his mouth still at my ear. “Wanna fuck?”
“Be still my heart,” I tease.
He laughs, tugging on me. “Wanna ride me, cowgirl?”
“Yes, yes, I do.” Don’t need to ask me twice.
I climb on top of him, straddling his hips and bracing my hands on his chest. He watches me with a grin on his handsome face, his blue eyes sparkling, his hair a mess, his skin coated with that delicious sheen of sweat. I bend over him and lick the spot between his pecs, earning a grunt for my efforts, my ass brushing against his dick.
He’s salty and delicious and oh, I am such a sucker for this man.
Lifting up, I kiss him and he devours me, the kiss a mess of teeth and tongue and eager lips and hot moans. We’re sloppy and we don’t care, our hands wandering. He’s palming my ass, teasing me from behind. My hands are mapping his skin, marveling at all the strength I feel beneath my palms.
This man could easily break me. Damage me beyond repair. Instead, he’s so incredibly gentle. His hands are currently roaming over me, landing on my breasts, giving them a squeeze. I arch into his hands, sucking in a breath when he pinches my nipples, rubbing them with his thumbs.
“Need inside you,” he says at one point, as if he’s lost his ability to speak in full sentences and I lean back, his cock brushing my entrance. Teasing him. “Now.”
I rise up, grabbing the base of his erection and lowering myself upon him, sinking down until he’s completely embedded inside me.
Oh my God. He’s so deep. So thick and throbbing and connected to me completely. He should probably have a condom on. Sex this good is bound to cause us nothing but trouble in the future.
Not that I’m tempting fate or anything like that, but my God.
Ace lifts his hips as if he’s trying to get me to move and that’s my sign. I roll my hips, circling to the left, to the right. Back to the left again. He’s got his hands on my waist, holding me in place and I straighten my spine. Gather my hair in my hands and lift it to the top of my head, putting on a show.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters, his eyes glazed over as he watches me. As I continue to move. I’ve been on top before—exactly once, with another guy not worth mentioning—and I was an utter failure. This time I want to do it right.
For Ace. For me.
I rock back and forth, grinding down, my clit brushing against the base of his dick and my entire body trembles. “Oh.”
“Like that?” His hands tighten on my waist, fingers pressing into my skin as he guides me up and down, lifting his hips at the same time I bear down. Pleasure shoots through me and I drop my arms, my hair falling all around my face until I tilt my head back and pant at the ceiling.
Who am I in this moment? I don’t feel like myself. I’m a woman transformed by a magical cock and magical hands and magical sex. He keeps talking, almost murmuring to himself, and I zero in on his deep voice, trying to decipher the words.
