Page 47 of The Player's Club

Mac parted my thighs as much as he could with the bindings on my ankles, feeling my wetness coat his hand. Quivering, I pushed against his fingers, desperately wanting him inside me.

“Patience,” he said. I could hear the smile in his voice, but patience was the last thing I had.

I tried to buck against his hand, but that only earned me another smack on my ass.

“What did I just say?” he warned.

I moaned. “But Mac . . .” I barely recognized my own voice. It sounded so desperate.

Mac finally slid his hand between my legs and stroked my pussy. “So fucking wet for me already.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

He rubbed my clit, making small circles with just the right amount of pressure. I could feel my orgasm building. But he stopped as I got to the brink and abruptly flipped me over again. Grabbing the binding at my ankles, he dragged me to the edge of the bed. I was breathless as he took out his cock, making me watch as he stroked up and down painstakingly slowly. A bead of cum dripped down his shaft, and my mouth watered. His smile was wicked, his gaze heated.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Elodie?” His voice brushed like velvet across my skin.

I nodded. “Please, please, Mac.” I kept trying to part my legs, even as I knew I couldn’t with the bindings on my ankles.

“Not yet. First, you’re going to suck my cock. You’ll take it all until you can’t breathe and choke for air. Understand?”

I nodded. My entire body tingled with anticipation as Mac climbed onto the bed, hovering over me. He fisted his cock and guided it into my mouth. I licked the head until I could taste more salty cum beading at the tip, then sucked him in with enthusiasm, especially as Mac groaned out my name. I wished I could use my hands, but something was so freaking erotic about only being able to use my lips and tongue on him. And about the way he was unabashedly using my mouth—I wanted to be used by this man.

Mac angled his hips, pressing his cock farther down my throat until it hit the back of it. My eyes watered.

“Breathe through your nose. Come on, baby. You can do it.” He stilled for a long moment giving me a chance to get used to the feeling and allow my breaths to even out.

“There you go. Such a good girl,” he crooned, stroking my hair gently. “You love sucking my dick, don’t you?”

Panting, I nodded. I waited for more, for him to begin fucking my face, but when he pulled back, he pulled all the way out.

I opened my mouth to protest, but Mac shook his head.

“You’ll take what I give you. Understood?”

I swallowed and nodded again. Mac flipped me onto my stomach again, moved me to the middle of the bed, and then thrust his cock into my dripping pussy from behind. Thank goodness. I’d had no guarantees he’d even planned to fuck me tonight despite how badly I might’ve begged. I’d feared maybe he’d deny me as some form of torture.

With my ankles still bound, he felt even larger inside me, filling me so completely. It didn’t take long before my orgasm was barreling down again. I cried out, my entire body shaking.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight.” Mac wrapped my hair around his fist, yanking until my head came off the bed as he pounded into me. “So fucking tight.”

I was entirely at his mercy and loved every second of it. I could feel myself squeezing his cock with every stroke. At the same time, I tensed my muscles in an attempt to stop myself from coming, not quite ready for this to end.

When he yanked hard on my hair, though, I lost control as my climax tore through me. I screamed, not caring that everyone in the hotel could probably hear me. Mac grunted and thrust one last time before he pulled out and came on my back, hot cum painting my skin.

“Fuck, Elodie,” he said through heaving breaths.

I collapsed onto the bed, completely spent. Mac gently untied my ankles and wrists, cradling me into his arms, so tight yet gentle.

He kissed my forehead, my cheeks, and then my lips. “Are you okay?”

I could barely form coherent sentences. All I could do was nod. “I’m okay.”

“I wasn’t too rough? I said I’d go easy on you, but . . .”

“It was amazing.” I touched his cheek. “But I think I’m half dead. So maybe ask me again tomorrow.”

That made him grin.