Page 91 of Playing for Keeps

“What are you doing?” I asked as I snuck up behind Jen and gripped her shoulders with my hands. “You’re not supposed to be working.”

“I’m not,” she lied. Flat out lied. The laptop on the table in front of her was opened to a spreadsheet and her chicken scratches covered the little scraps of paper that littered the table and floor. My girl groaned as I swept her hair off her shoulder, sliding my hand into the thick strands at her nape before lowering my lips to her throat. “I’m just...”

“Yes?” I asked, my tongue sweeping across her skin, taking in a whiff of that apple blossom scent. My hands lowered from her shoulders to palm her breasts. She groaned again as my thumbs strummed at the peaks of her nipples, and she leaned into me, tilting her head to the side.

“I was thinking about it all night. I think I finally figured it out.”

“Yeah?” My hands slid lower, my mouth working over her skin, sucking at her sweetness I could never get enough of. “Then you can put it away. I have something else for you.”

“Vin.” Her voice was a breathy whisper, her back arching as my fingers dipped between her legs.

“Come with me.”

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Do you want me to go?”

Her head shook almost violently. She slammed the lid of her laptop closed, then turned and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Don’t go,” she pleaded as her lips met mine.

“Never,” I promised as I swept her out of the chair and into my arms. I carried her into the bedroom, lowering her gently to the bed. “Spread your legs,” I demanded, and the girl nearly wept at my command.

Pulling her panties down her legs, I found her glistening just for me. She writhed as my finger slid between her folds. She bucked as my tongue lapped at her juices, her legs clamping around my head as if she were begging me to never let go.

She was so responsive. So needy, her hands tugging at my hair. Her quiet moans turned to whimpers as my tongue flicked over her clit, my fingers curling exactly where she needed them to be.

“Vinny, please.”

“What do you want, love?”

“You,” she panted, tugging at my hair. “I need it. I need you.”

“Turn over.” My words were met with a whine, my fingers sliding out of her core. She was on her knees, ass in the air, just as I wanted her, in no time at all. The slick lips of her pussy were swollen, felt so good against me as I notched the head of my cock at her entrance. I held her hips in a tight grip as I slammed inside of her, holding her, not letting her fall.

“Please,” she begged again, and I smoothed a hand up her spine.

“Shh, be patient, my love,” I told her, gripping her hair with one hand and pulling her back. I pushed into her, pulled out, driving me just as mad as I was driving her. The pace was slow, torturous, punishing as I waited to give her what she asked for.

Her walls fluttered against my cock, gripping me as I drove into her tight cunt. Her moans turned to whimpers once more as I slowly pulled out.

“Are you ready?” I asked, tightening my grip on her hair as I smoothed a hand over one cheek of her ass.

“Please, Vinny. Please, I need it.”

“Quiet now. Hold on.” With my free hand, I poured lubricant over my cock and her crack, then I pressed my thick head against her puckered hole and urged her to lean back. “Come on, baby. Take it. Take it all.”

“Yes!” Jen pushed back against me as I pushed into her, filling her backside until I could go no further. “You okay?” I asked, my voice a whisper as I tried to hold back.

Jen nodded, holding steady, then she pushed back on me again.

“Fuck.” I watched as she glided her asshole up and down my cock. Watched as the heat between us lit up her skin with a beautiful blush. We rocked together, my hand tangled in her hair and the other on her hip, until her whimpers turned into a glorious cry, her body turning rigid as she strangled my cock. “Fuck. Jen.”

“Please,” she begged once more. My hand left her hip, sliding across her belly before dipping down between her legs. “Please, I need it. I need you to fuck me.”

“Hold on.” I gave her what she wanted, what she begged of me with her cries. I fucked into her tight hole as I plunged my fingers into her core. Her clit was slippery, her walls soaking wet. I slid out of her too easily as I struggled to keep my dick inside.

Jen dropped from her hands onto her elbows. Dropped from her elbows to her chest. And I watched with fascination as I pummeled into her, pounding until my balls pulled up.

“I’m going to come, love.”