Dirty Playboy - Alex Wolf Page 0,75

he slides the head along my clit, teasing back and forth.

“I need it. Please.” The words come out before I can stop them, and they’re muffled against his palm. I’m operating on autopilot at this point, just along for the ride.

He whispers, “I love when you beg for me to be inside you.”

He adjusts his angle slightly, and then, he eases into me. Every time we’ve had sex, he always starts slow, like he’s afraid to hurt me. It never lasts too long, but he always does it. Last time we had sex, it was fast and hard after the first thirty seconds, but this time feels different.

Something about it. Maybe it’s because I can’t see him, just like with the blindfold. It amplifies my senses exponentially. But this time, it feels more intimate.

He kisses up my neck as his hips surge up, taking me deeper and deeper. A light moan parts my lips, and he reaches up and cups his hand over me again.

Each time he thrusts, his grip tightens on my mouth. “Can’t have someone hearing you when I get you off. And you will always get off when I fuck you. That’s a promise, Mary.” His free hand goes between my legs, and he circles my clit while he slides into me harder and harder.

Why does him talking so dirty drive me so insane? I find myself rocking my hips back into him as he pumps into me. I can already feel the tension building around where we’re joined. It’s almost unbearable. I’m just seconds away.

“So. Close,” I say up against his hand.

He let’s go for a split-second. “What’s that,” he whispers.

I gasp when he pounds into me, just as I’m about to speak. I know he did it on purpose.

I try to regain my composure, even though I’m about to turn into a quivering mess. “So. Close,” I manage to squeak out.

“Good.” His hand claps over my mouth again, and he speeds his hips up, until I can hear the sounds of our skin smacking together.

It’s loud. So loud, but this time, all his inhibitions leave his body. There’s no holding back. We’ve come this far, and we’re going to finish, regardless of who finds us or watches us.

“This pussy is mine.” His hips are a blur, hammering into me from behind.

I groan against his hand and try to bite him because the sensation is so intense, and then I shatter from the inside. I clamp down on him, and every muscle in my body constricts as the orgasm rolls through me in long, undulating waves. It doesn’t stop. One after another, they keep coming, so much that Rick has to wrap an arm around my chest and hold me up as he continues to take me from behind.

Finally, Rick groans and tenses. I’m able to tell when he’s about to finish now, without even seeing him. I can just feel it, the same way he knows with me. He shoves me down on him as he thrusts upward, driving himself as far into me as he can get. He grunts, the same way he always does when he finally comes, and I feel his hard length pulsing inside me.

“Fuck, Mary. So good.”

After a long few seconds, he finally exhales a huge breath, and I’m sure I do the same. I smile. He makes me feel amazing, but I almost think the fact I make him feel the same way is the most enjoyable part of sex with him.

He slips out of me, and I immediately miss the connection as he pulls my panties and skirt back up over my hips. I turn around, breathing heavily, face probably flushed like no other as he tucks himself in his jeans and zips them up. He has the condom in his hand, and it’s definitely filled. He looks around, then jogs over and tosses it into a trash can.

The walk back to my apartment is bliss. I’m floating on the clouds. I don’t know if it was the public sex, the orgasm, or the fact Rick acknowledged something I needed and made a plan to alleviate that need. Probably a combination of all three.

I’m just—happy.

I also wonder what’s about to happen when we get back to my place. Rick walks me to the door, and I already know the look on his face. He’s not coming inside for round two.

Before I can say anything, he says, “Decker needs me to work tonight.”

I try not to frown, even though