Page 41 of The Player's Club

She arched off the bed, then swore under her breath.

“Tell me what you want,” I repeated.

She squirmed. “Please touch me.”

“Where, Elodie? Where do you want me to touch you?”

I had my hands on her inner thighs, staring at her glistening pussy, but I wasn’t touching her again there until she asked me to. She covered her face with her arm.

“My pussy!” she finally yelled. “God, please, Mac.”

I laughed darkly. “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

I fastened my lips on her clit at the same time as I thrust a finger inside her. So hot and beautifully wet. Elodie moaned, her hands clawing at the comforter. She kept arching and moving so much that I had to hold her down just to keep eating her out.

“Damn, woman. Hold still so I can do my job.” I chuckled over her pussy before kissing my way up her stomach.

She was practically shaking with her need for me to return my mouth to her clit. I made my way back down, spreading her wider. I decided to tease her for a bit, blowing soft breaths between her legs. She finally grabbed me by the hair as I laughed and returned my mouth to her clit, and I devoured her with even more vigor this time. With each second that passed, more of her arousal covered my face.

Elodie was desperate. I kept sucking her clit until she was on the edge of orgasm, my fingers moving faster and more forcefully. I could feel her about to come when I gave her pussy one last long lick and stood.

Her gaze was unfocused, somewhere far away. “Mac?” she whispered, confused.

“Condom,” I growled. “Need one. I need to be inside you now.”

I grabbed one from my nightstand, used my teeth to rip open the wrapper, and sheathed myself in record time. Thank God she was wet because I plunged in deep and hard. Elodie gasped in ecstasy.

“Fuck, baby, you’re tight.” I didn’t have the self-control to go slow. Not when Elodie was writhing and moaning with every thrust. She wanted it hard, and I was more than happy to deliver.

Her tits jiggled as I pounded her tight little body until I was balls deep. I could feel my orgasm building, but I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to wait until Elodie came. I kept my eyes on hers, enjoying every look of ecstasy on her face.

I raised Elodie’s legs so they hooked over the inside of my elbows. With that angle, I was able to brush her clit with my pelvis with each thrust. I smiled as her eyes rolled back inside her head while her mouth fell open. I bit my lip, nearly drawing blood, to stave off the orgasm that felt ready to burst through me at any given moment.

“Mac—” Elodie dug her nails into my biceps. “Oh my God—”

“You gonna come for me, baby? I can feel your pussy getting tighter around my cock.” I leaned down to kiss her. “You wanna come for me?”

She nodded. “I do. I need to.”

I lifted her a little higher, angling my hips and plunging even deeper. She screamed, coming undone in long, deep shudders. Her pussy clamped around me, milking my orgasm from my body. I saw stars and might’ve even blacked out for a moment.

Fuck, that was incredible. So, so damn good. I kissed her for a while, gliding in and out still fully hard, not wanting the moment to end. Elodie sighed happily in my arms. She looked so content, as if she could snuggle up and go to sleep. But that definitely would not happen anytime soon.

Instead, I abruptly flipped her over. Elodie gasped.

I hooked an arm around her waist and hoisted her to her knees. “Up on all fours, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.”

I woke to the smell of bacon but found my bed empty. I glanced at my phone. 7:00 a.m.

I was about to get up and go find Elodie when she came into my bedroom holding a tray.Atop it were two plates, along with a couple of mugs of coffee, and a glass of orange juice.

“Did you seriously make me breakfast?” I asked, amazed.

“Well, I made us breakfast. I was starving, and since you just restocked your fridge . . .” She shrugged, smiling.

“I’m starving too.” I winked. “But I suppose food sounds good, too.”

Elodie looked especially gorgeous this morning. Her hair was down and messy, her cheeks rosy. I could see multiple hickeys on her chest and neck, which only made me want to add a few more to her collection. Those tiny bruises were like foreshadowing in the best way.