Page 31 of Playing with Forever (Players Club Sinners #1)
“Such a good fucking girl,” I rasped, giving her the praise she deserved.
Her lashes fluttered open, and she looked up at me with her mouth full of my cock, the adoration in those eyes stopping my heart mid-beat because it wasn’t something I truly deserved.
Her cheeks were flushed with desire, her expression so compliant that I had to resist the urge to just fuck her throat, with her gagging on my dick.
I wanted to fuck her pussy more. Wanted her to feel every rigid inch of my shaft inside of her and know that she belonged to me.
The need rising up inside of me was overwhelming, and I ran my fingers through her hair one last time, giving the strands a firm, unrelenting tug as I pulled her mouth free of my cock.
“Stand up and turn around,” I said, helping her to her feet and facing her away from me, suddenly desperate to get inside of her.
She gasped as I yanked up her skirt and shoved her underwear down. That scrap of fabric dropped to her knees, catching there, and I hissed with satisfaction when I saw that her lace panties were soaked.
I smacked her bare ass, and she sucked in a quick, startled breath. “Did you wear something nice in case I fucked you today?”
She glanced over her shoulder at me, biting her plump bottom lip, her expression deliberately coy. “Maybe,” she replied, her voice a little rough after having my cock down her throat.
“Pity they’re all ruined now.” I shoved them down until they were pooled around her ankles before sliding my hand up the inside of her thighs, groaning as slick moisture coated my fingertips.
“Jesus, look at how wet you are, all from just holding my cock in your mouth. You’re my dirty little girl, aren’t you?
So cock hungry you’re dripping with it.”
She made an inarticulate sound and pushed her ass back toward me as I grazed my fingers along her slit from behind. “Do you want my cock in your pussy?”
“Yes, please, sir ,” she all but begged.
“Good. You’re about to get it.” Taking hold of her hips, I guided her back toward my lap. I lined us up, then brought her down hard on my cock, impaling her to the hilt in one hard, claiming stroke.
Andrea cried out, her breath breaking apart as her body clenched around me, hot and tight and utterly perfect. My own groan ripped from my throat, low and wrecked, because nothing— nothing —felt like this. Like her.
Her hands gripped the armrests of the chair, head falling back against my shoulder as I slid my feet between hers and shoved her thighs open, holding them apart. And still, she didn’t resist. She leaned into it, into me, like she trusted that I’d hold her through the unraveling about to happen.
The floor-length mirror in front of us was meant for clients to admire their ink. Tonight, it was for something else entirely. The reflection of us—of Andrea panting and flushed, squirming on my cock, her breasts rising and falling with each broken moan—was raw and unfiltered intimacy.
“Open your eyes,” I ordered, my voice rough with restraint. “Look at us. Look at you .”
I reached up, unbuttoning her blouse, dragging the sleeves down her arms, then peeling her bra cups away until her breasts were bared. My fingers pinched her taut nipple, while my other hand trailed down to tease her clit, slow and precise.
“Look at how fucking beautiful you are when you let go,” I said, watching as my cock moved in and out of her. “Look at how well you take me. Like you were made for this— for me .”
Andrea sank back against my chest, moaning my name like a prayer, like it was the only thing tethering her to the moment. “Chase,” she gasped. “Chase… Chase…” Her hips rocked against me rhythmically, desperate and unrestrained.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I murmured against her temple.
“It’s so—so much,” she breathed. “I can’t think. I just…I feel you everywhere.”
Satisfaction rippled through me. “You want more, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she choked out. “I want it . . . I need it.”
“Then grind down on my cock,” I growled against her ear. “Take whatever you need.”
Andrea whimpered and obeyed, hips moving in slow, greedy circles that made my vision blur. I gripped her waist, guiding her pace, restraining the wild part of me that wanted to slam her down and take . She was so open, so willing—and fuck, I was losing control fast.
“You feel that?” I murmured, pressing my mouth to the fragrant curve of her neck. “That stretch deep inside of you? That fullness that’s making you shake? I own that, and you.”
She shuddered against me, gasping when I flicked my thumb over her clit again, hard and deliberate. “You’re mine like this,” I said, meaning it. “All soft and wet and eager. You give me every fucking thing without even realizing it.”
Her body arched, caught in that exquisite balance between pleasure and surrender.
“I want you addicted to this,” I continued, feeling her pussy clamp tighter around my cock. “To me . I want you thinking about this—about us—every damn time you close your eyes.”
Andrea’s breath hitched, a soft sound of need escaping her lips. “I already do,” she whispered.
That knowledge wrecked me, and my control snapped.
I slid my hand up her chest, fingers settling around her throat, not tight, just enough for her to feel my presence everywhere.
“Eyes on the mirror, on us,” I commanded as I thrust up into her in a relentless rhythm.
“Watch how perfect you look when you take me. Watch how good you look when you’re mine . ”
She did, her gaze locked on our reflection as she unraveled on my cock, her orgasm sweeping through her, taking me with her right over the edge.
In the mirror I watched her fall apart, pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed, her lips parted as she moaned my name.
Her head tilted back, resting on my shoulder, and I bit gently at her neck, savoring the taste of her skin, the scent of her arousal, the way she came apart for me.
Every gasp, every tremble, every moan—it wasn’t just sex. It was something far more intoxicating. And I knew, deep down, when this ended, it would possibly destroy us both.
But right now? Right now, I couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to.
She was mine, and I’d never felt more alive.