Page 74 of Playing the Player

“I need more.” Sasha pleads, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“Tell me what you need.”

“God, Conor.” She moans again when I add another finger, hooking them inside her, hitting that spot that makes her come undone. “I need,” she pants through her words, unable to get them out in one breath, “I need you to fuck me.”

I pull my fingers out of her tight pussy, flipping her over so fast that Sasha doesn’t even have time to think about what I’m doing. She’s laying on the couch in front of me, pulling her pants and thong down her legs with so much urgency. When her glistening cunt is fully exposed to me, she rises onto her knees and unzips her top from the back, drawing all my attention to her full breasts spilling out as the fabric falls away.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” I lean over, taking one nipple into my mouth and sucking hard, just the way she likes it. Sasha arches her back, pushing her tits harder into my face. I lick, nibble and suck on her nipples. The sounds slipping past her lips are making my cock so hard that it aches.

I slip my fingers inside her warm pussy again as I move my lips up to hers, both of us moving in sync as she unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down my legs along with my boxers. Our kisses become sloppy the more desperate we get.

She moans into my mouth when I crook my fingers inside her. “Holy shit.” She pants, unable to move. “That feels so fucking good, but I need you to fuck me. Please.”

I chuckle as I remove my fingers, bringing them to my mouth and sucking them clean. Sasha’s eyes flare with heat as she watches me and something seems to snap inside her.

She sits up, taking my lips in hers again, moaning when she can taste her arousal on my tongue. Her finger tips skim along my stomach before she grips the hem of my top up and pulls it up, our lips only leaving each other so she can pull it over my head.

I pull Sasha on top of me so that she’s straddling my hips, her wet pussy grinding shamelessly against my cock.

All the lights in the apartment are turned off, but Sasha lit a few candles off to the side of the room, creating a sensual glow in the darkened room. It’s enough light that I can see every inch of her body. She’s fucking breathtaking.

She leaves a trail of kisses along my jaw and down my neck as she lifts her body, uses one hand to fist my cock and lines it up at her entrance. Slowly, she sinks down onto me, both of us gasping and moaning together.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Sasha widens her legs, the angle change making me go even deeper inside her.

“God.” She moans, rocking her hips back and forth, her clit rubbing against me. Lifting her hips, she slams herself down onto me. She does this again and again and somehow, it feels as if I’m getting deeper each time. Her eyes roll to the back of her head each time my dick hits that sweet spot deep inside of her.

She soon finds her rhythm, her tits bouncing every time she moves. Fucking stunning. “You ride my cock so well, Sash.”

“Yesss.”

“Do you need more?”

“Uh huh.”

Lifting her off of me, I spin her so that her back is to mine. “Bend over, baby.” She does as I ask, her arms resting on the arm of the couch, her ass high in the air waiting for me.

I slap her ass and slam into her without warning causing Sasha to scream in pleasure. “Yes, Conor. Fuck me.” I slam into her hard. She’s a writhing mess beneath me.

I bend over, kissing down her back, but I don’t stop thrusting in and out of her. My every nerve ending is on fire as my hips ram against her perfect ass. I love fucking this woman. I love being with this woman. Hell, I think I love this woman.

“Look at our reflection in the window.” I growl into her ear, “I want you to watch while I fuck you.” When Sasha’s hooded gaze meets mine through our reflection, I piston my hips harder. “Good girl.”

“Fuck.” She screams, her pussy tightening around me. Moving my hand around her body, I rub her clit, her moans and screams become louder and more uncontrolled. “Don’t stop.” She pleads and I don’t, keeping the same rhythm I’ve been using to send her over the edge. “I’m gonna co-” Sasha lets out a high-pitched squeal as her cunt tenses around my throbbing cock.

The sound of my name tearing past her lips is enough for the growing tension in my balls to explode. “Holy fuck.” I groan as I come inside her. “Jesus, Sash.” I pant as I ride out my high, the sensation never fading. “Milk my cock dry, baby.”

“Conor.” She whimpers as her body continues to spasm. I keep moving in and out of her at a slow pace until Sasha returns back to earth. When she stops shaking and slumps over the edge of the couch, I pull out of her making her hiss.

Reaching over to the small table in front of us, I grab a handful of tissues and clean up her sticky thighs, but I can’t lie, the sight of her leaking my cum is enough to make me rock hard again.

“Nah, uh.” She shakes her head as she eyes my growing erection. “No more.” I chuckle as Sasha flops against me with a lazy smile on her face. “I’m serious, Conor. I’m too sensitive.”

“What if you sat on my face?” I offer, and I can practically smell her pussy leaking just from my words. “Will that make it better?”

Sasha sits up with newfound energy, grabbing my hands to pull me up with her, leading me to my bedroom. “You know what? I think it will.”

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