Page 41 of Risky Play

“You want to be on top?” he asked.

I shrugged.

“It might be better for you. You can control the pace, okay?”

“Okay…” I whispered, nerves suddenly taking flight in my stomach.

“But first…I want a taste of that pussy again.”

I yelped as he flipped me over and yanked my leggings, thong and all, down my legs. He spread my legs while he teased me with soft, tiny kisses on the inside of my thighs.

“Please,” I begged.

“I’m getting there. Be a good girl and be patient.”

I pouted, and he nipped at my thigh. He looked up at me with a wicked grin. “Or are you a bad girl, hmm? Do you need to be punished?”

“If I say yes, will you finally lick me?”

His laughter vibrated across my body until I was gasping because he had sucked my clit into his mouth with no fanfare.

“Matt,” I moaned as the pressure built inside me.

“Mmmhmm, so good,” he moaned. He licked and sucked his way into my deepest parts, and I clutched at his hair while he drew out my pleasure.

“Matt,” I panted out, letting my body relax into his ministrations.

He slid two fingers inside my tight entrance, and I shifted uncomfortably, thinking of how I was gonna fit his huge cock inside there.

“Relax. It’ll fit.”

I felt heat burn my face.

“It’s cute when you blush even though we both know you can take my big dick all the way down your throat.”

“Uh-huh.” I felt myself soaring above on the edge of ultimate pleasure. He was drawing it out of me, pulling me apart in the best ways possible.

He pressed a third finger inside, and I relaxed my body, letting myself get used to the fullness. He was stretching me out on purpose, trying to make sure it wouldn’t hurt as much when I had penetrative sex for the first time. I appreciated that, and it was why I wanted him to be the one to do this with me.

He curled his fingers up and sucked on my clit, and then I was off like a rocket. I gripped his hair as I ground against his mouth, letting him take me over the edge as the waves of my orgasm washed over me.

“Good girl,” he purred.

I wanted to hear him say that over and over again. I wanted to be his plaything. I’d be his good girl who did whatever he wanted. I wanted him to use my body for his own. To tell me my pussy belonged to him and him alone.

Hmm. I might read too many romances with domineering alpha men, but I wanted that with Matt. For him to be the first man to claim me.

I released his hair and smoothed it down while he gave me a devious grin. “Good?”

The pleasure he pulled out of me had rendered me speechless, and all I could do was nod.

He kissed my thigh and made his way back up to my face. He cradled it in his hands. “We can stop anytime.”

I shook my head. “No, I want this. Please, Matt? I want to ride that big cock of yours."

“Christ,” he groaned.

He got up from the bed, and I watched him remove his jeans and boxers. I bit my lip when I saw his cock was hard and ready for me. He slid back into the bed beside me, so I reached down to wrap my hands around his length. He groaned as I stroked him nice and slow, feeling the steely weight of him in my hand.