The Punk and the Plaything (When Rivals Play #3) - B.B. Reid Page 0,100

Carelessly, he tossed it over his shoulder, and it landed… somewhere. At that moment, it didn’t matter where. “I’m not about to fuck you while you’re wearing his ring.” He wrestled my shorts from my grip and dropped them on the floor. He then nodded toward my camisole. “Get rid of it.”

My hesitation lasted a second before I was pulling the thin top that had been hell on my hard nipples over my head. It quickly joined my shorts on his messy floor. Kneeling on his bed, I had to arch my neck to meet his gaze. “Will you promise to go slow?”

“Nope.”

He headed for the door, making sure it was locked before pulling his plain white T-shirt over his head. I tried not to drool over his chest and abs and his nipple rings, especially when he was being a colossal dick.

And speaking of colossal dicks…

He stood directly in front of me as he unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. And when he lowered them along with his boxers, I nearly swallowed my tongue. Fumbling with his dick in the darkness of his limo was nothing compared to seeing it under the bright glow of the moonlight.

I started to back away on the huge bed.

I knew Jamie wouldn’t intentionally hurt me, but with a cock that size, I wasn’t so sure good intentions mattered.

Wrapping his hands around my waist, he brought me back to him, and then kissed the unease from my lips and my shoulders before gently pushing me onto my back. My mouth quickly fell open when he gripped the back of my thighs and folded me in half until my knees were touching my shoulders. Holding my gaze, he bent his head. I watched transfixed as he pressed a sensual kiss to my lower lips. And then another. Oh, my God.

The rueful grin he wore as he lowered my legs immediately put me on high alert.

“Jamie? What was that for?”

“I’m just apologizing to your pussy in advance for what I’m about to do it.”

He kissed me, not giving me a chance to respond as he settled between my thighs. The feel of his weight on top of me was driving me wild. I’ve never loved anything more.

Still, I wasn’t about to let him hurt me. Or put me in a wheelchair.

“Jamie, either you go slow,” I warned between sensual kisses, “or this is over.” I tried to sound stern, but it was hard when I could feel him teasing my entrance with his cock.

“How slow?” he whispered as he held my gaze. Flexing his hips, he pushed inside, stretching me impossibly wide until he’d buried the head of his cock. “This slow?” With teasing thrusts, he began fucking me with just the tip. My eyes fluttered closed at the sensation. “So you like that?” he asked, kissing my lips. “You don’t want all of me?”

“Maybe just a little more,” I whined.

He gave me another inch while kissing my neck. “Is this enough for you, Barbette?”

“More, please.”

My eyes flew open when he pulled out of me completely.

“What? No! Please, don’t stop.” I need it. I went to reach for him, but the no-nonsense look he wore stopped me.

“It’s all of me or nothing.”

Staring up at him, I knew that Jamie would not yield. He’d given me a taste of how good it could be. How could I possibly turn back now? I could always get my revenge when my head wasn’t so clouded.

“I want all of you.”

When he leaned in to kiss me, I eagerly met him halfway. Our tongues were still dueling for dominance when I felt him poking my entrance. This time, there was no teasing, and he did not stop. The flexing of his hips was my only warning before he pushed every single inch of himself inside of me. He swallowed my startled cry, took the punches that landed on his chest, and kissed my tears away when they fell.

“Fuck, Bette.”

I couldn’t respond.

He’d stolen my breath and taken all my words. I saw stars, and he hadn’t even fucked me yet. I wondered if sex could feel like this with just anyone or if it was because I’d given myself to Jamie that made it so special. And at the same time hot and dirty.

“You’re squeezing my cock, baby. Are you coming already?” He muffled my whimper when he kissed my lips. “Greedy pussy.”

Grabbing the back of my thigh, he opened me up. The sound of our heavy breathing and him pushing