Dirty Playboy - Alex Wolf Page 0,40

becomes nearly unmanageable. My cock is so fucking hard, like a wild animal, I rut into the sheets, dry-fucking my bed as hard as possible while I pump into her over and over. Her hands find my hair and her nails scratch and claw, like she can’t take much more of this. I don’t even think she realizes she’s doing it. She’s in another world, her eyes closed, absorbing every tiny sensation.

My tongue speeds up on her clit as her hips start to buck against my face.

I pull her back one last time, breaking contact with her clit, but leaving my fingers deep inside her.

Her eyes vault open and she glares right at me.

“You ready?”

She nods, furiously.

I look into her eyes and push my fingers deep, lightly brushing her clit with my thumb.

Her whole body constricts, and she shudders a little. “Please.” She draws out the word, basically begging for a release.

“Not until my mouth is on you. I want to taste you while you get off.” I brush her clit again, just to watch her react.

Her hands grip the sheets, and she grimaces in the best way possible, nodding her head in agreement, doing everything she can to hold back.

I dive back onto her, swirling my tongue around her in a few lazy circles then I latch onto her clit, and resume fucking her with my fingers.

She finally loses all control, and I feel her entire body constrict.

“Yes, Rick…” Her words trail off on a squeak and her hips buck up off the mattress, nearly knocking me backward.

I recover and stay latched onto her the entire time, pushing my fingers in even farther and working that little spot deep inside her.

I keep my eyes up on her, watching her react. It’s fucking amazing, and beautiful. She shudders multiple times, over and over as the orgasm rips through her limbs. Her hands fly out to each side clawing and scratching for anything she can find, then she balls my sheets up in her fists. Her chest heaves up and down as she fights to breathe.

Just as the orgasm crests, I speed my tongue up even faster on her, pushing her even harder to see if I can get her to ride it out even longer. This first orgasm sets the precedent. I need it to be the most amazing thing she’s ever felt. I need her to know I can get her off repeatedly, on command.

Something about the way she says my name when she comes, the way she reacts to my touch—it resonates deep inside me. I’ve never been so in tune with a woman in my life, and I’ve gone down on plenty. It’s one of my favorite things to do, but it’s never been anything like this.

I fuck the sheets of my bed, dry-humping them even harder as I ride out the last few shudders, wanting nothing more than to put my cock inside her. I think about what it’d be like, to have her come this hard while I’m buried balls-deep in her. It’d be fucking mind-blowing. She would so let me too. Judging by the post-orgasm bliss I see written on her face, she’d let me rob her blind and thank me for it before I left.

You could fuck her so easy right now. Pull these goddamn jeans off and get in there.

I want to listen to my brain so damn bad, but my heart pulls me in another direction. I love this woman so much. It’s weird to say, but it’s true. It’s always been true.

But, more than anything, I want her happy. I want her to know I have self-control, that I’m not just a slave to her body. I want our first time to be miraculous too, the best it can be. Something special for her to always remember, that can never be topped. An experience so beautiful and intense, it ruins her for any other man that would dare to fucking try. She deserves so much more than some cheap fuck in my dirty bedroom where I blow my load in thirty seconds.

As I slide up to kiss her lips, her hands roam down to my jeans, and I grip her by the wrist before I even think about it.

Her eyes widen, and I shake my head at her. “Not tonight.”

She stares at me like I’m from another planet.

One of her eyebrows quirks up. “What?”

I kiss her again and push a sweaty strand of hair back behind her ear, then trail