Page 100 of Playing the Player

He lets go of my nipple with a loud pop and starts kissing down my stomach, unbuttoning my pants as he goes. His touch sends shock waves through my system, lighting me up from the inside out.

I lift my hips so he can easily pull down my pants and thong. They join my shirt, lying in a messy heap on the floor. It honestly reflects how I feel.

Conor hooks his arms around my thighs, lifting them so that they’re resting on his shoulders. His hot breath fans against my pussy, sending shivers down my spine. I am aching for this man to touch me. It’s been too long since I’ve felt his mouth on me.

“God, I’ve missed you.” Conor mumbles and I’m not sure if he's talking to me or my pussy. He flicks his tongue out, making the briefest contact with my clit. It’s not much, but it’s enough to make my hands fly into his hair and fist it tightly. He flattens his tongue next, moving through my folds and I gasp. It’s almost too much and he’s barely done anything yet.

“I need more.” I pant. I am desperate and thank God this man delivers.

He sucks on my clit hard and it doesn’t take long before that familiar feeling tingles at the bottom of my spine. My whole body flushes hot as Conor goes between licking and sucking. I’m a hot writhing mess, unable to move.

The sight of him looking up at me from between my legs is…

“Yes, Conor. Fuck! I’m gonna come.”

Conor shoves two fingers inside of me right then and I scream as the orgasm crashes into me. I ride the high, never wanting this euphoric feeling to end. I think I just died and went to heaven. My whole body convulses as the feeling becomes too much.

Conor keeps moving but he knows what I need right now, releasing the pressure on me but keeping a steady rhythm with his fingers and tongue. He only stops when the orgasm fades, standing from the bed and pulling his sweats down his long, tanned legs, freeing his hard cock. My mouth waters at the sight of him standing in front of me, fully exposed, and my pussy floods instantly again.

It’s not until he stands tall, rolling his shoulder that I remember about it. To be fair he didn’t give me much of a chance to think about it, but still. How could I have been so dense? “I’m so sorry, Conor. I completely forgot about your shoulder.”

He chuckles lightly, amusement dancing between his eyes. “Don’t worry about it, Angel.”

He tries to climb on top of me again but I stop him. “Lie down.” He does as I say, the amusement now gone, replaced with hunger.

I climb on top of him, straddling his hips, making him groan when my pussy rubs against his hardness. “Fuck, Sash. You’re so wet.” He looks so amazed, but I don’t know why. He always has this effect on me. That should be no surprise by now.

I grind against him, leaning down and capturing his lips with mine. He tastes like me and it’s so fucking hot. Not taking my lips off his, I lift my hips and grab his dick with one hand, lining it up perfectly before sinking down onto him. We both gasp as the pleasure rolls through us. “You’re so tight.” Conor croaks when I rock my hips.

I sit up so that I’m fully seated on him and holy shit, I forgot how big he is. I move my body back and forth a few times before lifting up and sinking back down onto him. “Fuck!” I moan as his cock hits that spot deep inside of me that has me seeing stars. I bounce up and down his length, uncontrollable curses flying past Conor’s lips while pure ecstasy flows through my veins.

“You take me so well.” Conor groans, gripping my hips so hard I’m sure I’ll wake up with finger print bruises tomorrow. It just spurs me on. “Good girl. Ride my cock.”

“Oh, God.” I moan, fingers twisting my nipples to add to the pressure coiling below. “Fuck, I love you, Conor.”

Conor’s grip on me loosens so I chance a look at his face. He's looking up at me with wide eyes that are shining with surprise and something else that can't even be described by words. I halt my movements. “Say it again.” He growls, the sound making my thighs tremble.

“I love you.” My voice is soft and I’m praying that my eyes are saying everything I can’t.

In a split second, Conor flips me onto my back and he’s on top of me, somehow never breaking the connection between us. “Lift your hips.” He orders and I do, unable to deny him. He slides a pillow under my ass, the new angle hitting a spot so deep inside of me that I didn’t even know existed. “I love you, Sash.” He leans down and takes my mouth again. This kiss is everything. It’s an apology. It’s making up for lost time. It’s so full of love.

Breaking the kiss, Conor leans back again. He lifts my legs so that they’re flat against his chest and he hugs them tight, moving in and out of me at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Fuck me harder.” I moan and the deep rumble of laughter from Conor’s chest seems to vibrate through my pussy, sending an electric current of pleasure through my entire body.

He picks up his pace, slamming into me over and over again. “Tell me you’re mine, Sash.”

“I’m… yours.” I stutter, his relentless rhythm making it hard to speak. “I’ll always be yours.” I’m so fucking close. I feel like I’m about to explode. “Come in my pussy, Conor!” I gasp as he drives his hips forward again and again and, “Fuuuck!” I scream as my second orgasm rips through me.

Muttered curses come from Conor as he releases himself inside me. His movements turn sloppy as we both come at the same time. My throat stings from the force of my screams, but it was so fucking worth it.

Conor climbs off me, moving across the room to grab some tissues and then gets back onto the bed beside me. He cleans me up as I just lay there unmoving, too exhausted to do anything else. He throws the tissues in the trash before coming onto the bed again, pulling me against his chest. “I’ve missed you so damn much, Angel.”

The familiar nickname sends a wave of butterflies through my stomach and my face hurts from how big my smile is. “I’m so sorry for everything, Conor. I need to explain why-”

“Olivia told me everything.” He admits. “I wanted to come to you as soon as I found out, but I know you needed the space.” He places a gentle kiss on my forehead. “I’m really sorry for not listening to you.”

“I get it. You were hurt and angry. I probably would have done the same thing.”