Page 73 of Playing With Love

“I need this.” She swayed closer, kissing my chest while her hand worked my cock between us. “Inside me, honey.”

My resolve wavered.

Another sweet kiss brushed over my pec.

“Now, Tucker.”

Liza stroked faster, her tongue circled my nipple, her teeth teased and scraped. Sheer force of will was the only thing stopping me from tossing her on the bed, burying my cock deep, and giving her what we both wanted. Control and determination to win the battle that was us. The endgame over momentary gratification.

I knew Liza, I knew if I gave in she’d twist it. She’d make something good between us ugly. And the next time I slid into my woman, I wouldn’t be fucking her. And she wasn’t ready for what I wanted to give her, what I would be giving her. She’d get my dick, she’d get her orgasm, but with those she’d get my love. Until she was ready to hear it, ready for me to show her every part of me belonged to her, this was all I was willing to give.

My hand covered hers, slowing her motions, but not stopping her progress. I was close, so close it wasn’t going to take much more for me to explode.

“Tucker—”

“Gonna come, baby,” I warned. “Want it on your belly.”

She shook her head and brushed her lips over my nipple. I clenched my jaw and fought for control. She knew, the woman fucking knew what she was doing to me. She’d spent time exploring my body, taking her time, learning what I liked, listening, then putting it into practice, ending in spectacular results. So she knew what to do to get her way.

“Inside me.”

Fucking shit.

For a split second I wondered if I had a condom.

The little minx used my moment of hesitation to skim her lips up to my neck and bite down, snapping my control. I let go of her hand jerking me, used it to fist her hair, tugged her head back, and got her eyes.

“You want my come, Lizzy?”

Her eyes flared, already full of wild intent, sparking brighter.

Fucking beautiful.

“Yes.”

So fucking eager, my Lizzy.

“Bed. Back. Now.” I was back to grunting orders.

My heart pumped in my chest overtime to circulate whatever blood hadn’t gone to my dick, clearly there was barely any left for the rest of my body to use.

Liza scrambled back. I followed her in, stayed on my knees, hooked her legs over my thighs, shoved her tee up exposing her tits, got a hint of her tattoo, and took my cock in hand.

My eyes ate up the sight before me. Every inch of her beautiful—pussy, tits, stomach.

“So beautiful, baby.”

“Tucker,” she whispered.

I rubbed the head of my dick through her wet to her clit.

“Touch yourself for me.”

Her hand dove between her legs, her middle finger brushing the tip of my cock as she circled her clit.

“You gonna come with me, pretty girl?”

Liza’s response was to tilt her hips in offer and rub faster.