Page 100 of Playing to Win
He shouldn’t use the word love so freely around me. A girl could start to get the wrong idea.
I spread my thighs open, allowing him more room and he takes advantage, his fingers searching me. Rubbing my clit in slow, tight circles. Ratcheting up those sensations growing within me with every stroke. I lift my hips, seeking more of his touch, my mouth hungry, my hands reaching for him, holding him to me. Until I finally have to break away from his kiss so I can catch my breath, overwhelmed with sensation.
“Baby, we need to get these clothes off of you,” he says, and I can’t take it when he calls me that. Baby. It’s the sweetest thing. The sexiest thing.
What’s sexier is this big man taking care of me. Shifting down the mattress so he can tug at my shorts, pulling them down my legs, his mouth following after his hands. He kisses each hip bone. My stomach. The tops of my thighs. The inside of my thighs, his lips so soft, so damp, I almost shoot off the bed.
Eagerly I kick off my shorts and spread my legs wider, wanting him to hone in on my pussy and he does.
Oh God, he does.
I reach behind me, grabbing at the pillow and clutching it to the back of my head as he tugs my panties aside, revealing my glistening wet pussy. Pausing, he glances up at me to find I’m already watching, a slow, sexy smile curling his lips and I want to throw a pillow at his beautiful head.
I also want to beg him to never stop what he’s doing.
“Want me to lick it?” he asks, his voice so deep it sounds like he’s growling.
I nod furiously, desperate for him to lick it.
“Beg.”
“Wha?” I frown, finding it difficult to speak full words.
“Beg for it, Red. I wanna hear you beg for my mouth and my fingers on your pretty pink pussy. Can you do that? Tell me what you want, baby. Let me hear it.”
This man. What in the world? No one has made me beg for anything before. And certainly never like this.
He dips his head, his tongue swiping across my clit, making me cry out before he pulls away again. “Beg for my tongue. You know I can make you come with it. You’re already close.”
I’m so close. He’d probably only have to breathe on my clit and I’d fall apart.
He teases it again, just with the tip of his tongue, and I suck in a harsh breath, nearly choking on it.
“Come on. I wanna hear you use your manners.”
We stare at each other for a moment and I realize…he’s giving me what I want. What I crave. Hot sex for one night.
And he’s going to make me beg for it.
“P-please, please,” I stutter, spreading my thighs as wide as I can. This big, broad man is currently lying between them, his face right at pussy level, and I am dying to feel his mouth on me again. “I need you to…”
My voice drifts and I close my eyes.
He traces my folds with a single fingertip, driving me out of my mind with lust. “You need me to what?”
“Lick my pussy,” I whisper, closing my eyes for a moment. It’s not a word I say out loud. Pussy. Not really.
He does exactly that, flattening his tongue and covering as much territory as possible with that wicked tongue of his and lord save me, it feels amazing. “What else do you want? Get creative. Tell me exactly what you need, and make it as dirty as possible.”
I hesitate and he must see something flicker in my eyes because his expression gentles.
“You’re safe with me, Ruby.” His voice rings with sincerity. “You can say whatever you want. Ask for whatever you want. No judgment.”
His words are like a dam breaking inside me.
“I want you to fuck me with your fingers and your tongue,” I whisper. “I want you to suck my clit. I want you to put your whole mouth on my pussy and suck and lick me. I want to ride your face, and after you make me come, I want you to kiss me so I can taste myself on your lips.”
His gaze darkens and he gives me exactly what I want, sliding two fingers inside me at once and steadily pushing them in and out of my body, curling them. Touching something deep with every thrust that has me slowly unraveling. I lift my hips, arching into his hand and when he replaces his fingers with his mouth, I grip the back of his head, holding him to me, much like I did the last time we did this.
