Page 88 of Her Player

“That’s it,” he growled against my lips, pumping his hips at a blinding pace, “take it. Take what’s yours, Victoria. You have me. All of me.”

I clawed at his shoulders. The pounding of his hips robbed me of my very voice. I whimpered and groaned, my body begging for more as I did my best to lift my hips to his. He practically had me pinned beneath him. Helpless to his beautiful assault.

I gave myself over to him.

Willingly.

Allowing myself to finally move forward in life.

“Rhett. Rhett. Rhett. I-I-I-I—I can’t. It’s… it’s too good. I-I-I⁠—”

He gripped my chin, his hips not stopping their rhythm once as he glared down at me. “You can, and you will. Let go, sweet girl.”

“Oh fuck,” I squeaked out breathlessly.

My back arched as a flashbang orgasm ripped through my body. My muscles pulled taut as he dove into my depths, holding his pelvis to mine. I shivered against him. I felt his cock pulsing against my walls. My toes curled so deeply that my calves threatened to cramp, and I had to work to flex them back out.

I collapsed to the bed, completely spent.

But all he did was yank himself out from between my legs before he grabbed my ankles.

“Get that ass up for me,” he rasped as he flipped me onto my stomach.

“Oh!” I exclaimed as he bracketed his arm beneath my stomach.

He hoisted my hips up, moving my body however he wanted before he lined himself back up with my entrance. In one complete thrust, he sank back into me and the lewd sounds of wet skin slapping wet skin filled the spaces between us. His balls smacked my clit as his hand cradled the soft swell of my stomach that swung much too close to the bed for my liking. I’d never once gotten my body back after having my daughter, and Rhett didn’t seem to care.

In fact, he almost seemed to… love it.

“Goddamn it, Victoria,” he growled against my ear, “you should see yourself right now. Ass jiggling. Stretchmarks glistening. Skin radiant. You’re a treasure, sweet girl. A fucking goddess sent from God straight to me.”

I couldn’t even speak. I had no voice. Between panting for air, crying out through my orgasms, and having him rip my fucking breath away with every pump, my vocal cords didn’t stand a chance. I pressed my trembling hands into the mattress. I bucked back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. And as his teeth sank into the meat of my shoulder, I felt yet another orgasm ripping through my gut.

I collapsed to the bed, but all he did was roll me over onto my side before he continued pumping himself into me.

“Rhett, dear God,” I whispered desperately.

He kissed the crook of my neck, hovering over me as his cock pumped in between my legs. He smoothed my sweaty hair away from my ear. He peppered kisses along the shell of it, making my pussy jump around his intrusion. He pulled my leg over his, spreading me further as he rolled his hips into me.

And with every thrust, I felt my wounds closing.

With every kiss, I felt my well of hope filling.

With every grunt of his efforts, I felt my future coming alive once more.

Finally, I had hope.

For the first time in fucking years, I had hope for my future.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” I chanted hoarsely as his fingertips dipped in between my pussy lips.

“Then prove it,” he muttered against my shoulder, placing the softest kiss against the teeth marks he left behind. “Come for me one more time, sweet girl. I know you have it in you. Show me how good you are behind closed doors.”

The sound that left my lips with the pad of his thumb grazing my clit was nothing short of unearthly. I lost complete control, my vision tunneling as silver stars burst in my vision. My eyes rolled back. My body collapsed. He pumped against me, his dick pulling all the way out before slamming back in. He fucked me through… fucking hell, I’d lost count. Orgasm three? Orgasm four?

It didn’t matter.

All I knew was that I couldn’t stop saying those words.