The Player (The Game Maker #3) - Kresley Cole Page 0,16
I rocked to his palm, my heavy-lidded gaze dipped. When I saw his big cock threatening to rip free, all thoughts of restraint dissolved. “I changed my mind! Do you have a condom?”
He groaned. “I would kill to fuck you. Never been so hard.” He rubbed the heel of his free hand over the ridge in his pants. A circle of precum dampened the material.
It should’ve wet my tongue.
“But I told you I wouldn’t.” That mattered to him right now?
“I need you to fuck me, Dmitri—I feel out of my mind!”
His lips drew back from his white teeth, his expression fierce. “That is how crazed you’ve made me every moment since I first saw you!” He stood behind me to thrust his cock against my burning ass.
When the material of his pants abraded my skin, I cried out.
“Are you going to come for me, Vika?” He gave another thrust as I continued to grind his hand.
“I’m so close!” What had he called me? Vika? “So close . . .” My lids slid shut.
“Ah-ah. You look at me when you come.”
I opened my eyes. Panting, I stared into the mirror, losing myself in his penetrating gaze. My hips rocked frantically, my body drawing tight, preparing to climax. “Oh, God . . .”
“Now say please, beautiful.” His dick swelled even more between us.
I would’ve done anything. “Please!”
“Come hard.” He vibrated his grip and thrust against my abused ass.
I screamed as I hurtled over the edge, helplessly grinding my pussy into his hot palm. My vision blurred. My body writhed, tits shaking.
Pleasure overpowered me as I came and came for this man. . . .
He and I worked together to draw out my orgasm—the strongest I’d ever experienced. Finally, I leveled out, boneless against him.
He removed his hand. “The pressure . . . about to spill!” His zipper sounded.
I whirled around and nearly lost my footing as he worked his erection free. I gasped at the jaw-dropping sight.
Dmitri was pierced!
He had a silver ring through the crown, a Prince Albert piercing. “Oh, my God, your cock is so sexy!” Veins protruded over his thick shaft, the head stretched taut. My tongue swirled in my mouth for the precum wetting that pierced slit.
He rocked his hips, fucking the air between us. “Can feel your gaze on my cock!”
“I need to suck it, Dmitri.” I dropped to my knees on the rug to worship it.
“Woman! Drive me madder than I already am!”
When I gripped his shaft, it jerked against my palm. I leaned in to kiss him, but he pinched my chin.
“Can’t hold my cum! Look at me, ángel. Keep me here.”
Keep him? Entranced by this man, I nodded and pumped his length.
His hooded gaze bored into mine. He never glanced away. Not even when he emptied his lungs on a bellow. Not even when I felt the first lash of his scorching semen across my chest.
His massive body quaked uncontrollably, a prisoner to my hand. Eyes gone wide, I milked his cum over and over, till my tits were drenched and it dripped from my swollen nipples.
Next time it’d go between my lips.
Once his yells died down, he repeatedly grated something in Russian. Prosto rai? He shuddered, stilling my hand.
Reality returned by degrees. Dmitri Sevastyan came on my tits. Cold-as-Ice Vice had humped a strange guy’s palm and got a very filthy cum shot. I released his dick and quickly tugged up my panties, as if that would lessen what I’d done.
When he helped me stand, I whispered, “I can’t believe I just did that.” I nearly buried my face in my hands. How had I lost control like that? Toward the end, I hadn’t had a single thought about the con.
He hissed in a breath when he tucked his semihard cock back in his pants. I expected a player’s disdain, the zip-up and the casual, “Yeah, I’ll call you.”
I deserved nothing less.
Yet Dmitri seemed even more interested in me. “Let me help you, moy ángel.” He wetted a cloth and reached for my chest, then hesitated. “I never want to forget this sight.”
I gasped when he rubbed the cloth over my sensitive nipples, cleaning his warm cream. Voice rumbling, he said, “This will get us right back to where we were.”
To me frantic for sex? I took the cloth from him. “I can do it. I’ll be right out.”
Out. With everyone else. After what I’d just let happen?