Page 86 of Her Player

“Don’t you see what you do to me?” I whispered.

“Show me,” she said breathlessly.

And she sure as fuck didn’t have to tell me twice.

I covered her mouth with mine before my hands fell to the globes of her ass. I squeezed her ass through that pencil skirt, hoisting her against me. I heard her heels clatter off her feet as I spun her around. I walked her right up to that kitchen island and perched her on the granite countertops. Her legs wrapped around me, our heights perfectly matched as she sat there, devouring my mouth with hers.

Our tongues dueled for battle as we ripped one another out of our clothes.

We decorated her kitchen floor with our fabrics. Her arms languidly slid around my neck. Her soft curves pressed into the slats of my muscles that poked through the small amount of softness I had going for me, and it felt like perfection.

She and I were perfect together.

And I’d give up anything just to stay at her side.

“Mine,” I glowered as I sucked on her lower lip.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered as her head fell back.

I raked my teeth along her pulse point. I felt her pulse skyrocket, throbbing against my tongue as I lapped at her skin. I spread her legs wide until her scent filled my nostrils. She made me feral, like a wild fucking animal, and the only thing keeping me in my own skin was the way she kept saying my name.

What had always been mine.

“Lie back,” I said as I reached for a kitchen table chair behind me.

For once, she didn’t even question me. She simply laid back against the granite countertop of the kitchen island as I pulled up a seat. I planted my bare ass down onto that thing without a care in the world. And when I was eye level with her pussy, I threaded her legs over my shoulders.

I dove into my meal for the night.

“Rhett! Oh god!” she cried out.

“I am your god,” I growled as I lapped from her entrance to her clit.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” she hissed as she bucked ravenously against me.

Her thighs squeezed around my face. Her legs shook with every flick of my tongue over that sensitive nub of hers. I adored her taste. I wanted her to drown me in it. I wanted to stay between her legs for so long that the men on my team fucking smelled her on my skin during our next practice.

I lapped her juices, drinking my fill as she shook and shivered. Her hands gripped my hair, her fingers twisting into the tendrils as she pulled me closer. She smothered me in her pussy. She rocked against my face. She took her pleasure any way she reached for it, and all it did was spur me on. I stood to my feet, taking her legs with me. I wrapped my arms around the backs of her thighs, hoisting that pussy against my face as I dragged her fucking lower back off the granite countertop.

Practically suspending her there as I devoured her.

“Rhett! Rhett! Rhett! Oh, fuck! Don’t stop!”

“Never,” I rasped against her entrance.

I sucked her pussy juices out of that tight little hole of hers before I raked my flattened tongue up to her clit. And the second I sucked that swollen nub between my teeth, she came apart. I heard her choking on my name. I felt her hips stuttering against my face. Something wet gushed against my skin, dripping down my neck and my chest. I lapped deeply at her, not giving her a chance to get away. Even though she scrambled. Even though she tried shoving my head out from between her legs.

“Rhett, I can’t. Too much. I-i-i-i-it—you—oh, shit,” she squeaked out.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I growled.

I folded her in half, opening up that thick pussy for me. She had a treasure trove between her legs, dripping with glistening juices that my stomach was ready for. I dove back into her folds. I licked her clean, feeling her shivering as her voice grew hoarse.

By the time I was done with her, she wouldn’t have a voice at all.

“Rhett!” she cried out.

Her back arched so deeply that I thought it would snap into pieces. Her muscles locked out, shivering around me as if we were butt naked out in a snowstorm. I pressed my face into her pussy, holding my breath and moving my stubble along every firing nerve ending she had in those juicy lower lips of hers.