Page 56 of The Player's Club
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said reverently. “I love the way your nipples tighten every time I speak.”
I could feel my traitorous nipples do just that, and Mac chuckled. He rearranged my hair so it fell down my back, then he was on the move once again. Every step he took made my heart beat faster. I felt like a gazelle waiting for a lion to pounce. Except I wasn’t afraid. I was desperate. I trembled, my pussy already throbbing with need. I squeezed my thighs together, but that only made the sensations more intense.
“How much do you want me to fuck you?” he growled.
I swallowed, too aroused to think. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? That’s not a good answer. Try again.”
I licked my lips. “You haven’t even touched me yet.”
“Who said you were in control here?”
Mac’s big hand settled on the top of my head, guiding me to kneel in front of him. I could smell his scent inches away, making me salivate, desperate to taste him. But the man standing in front of me took his time. Finally, after a minute or two, I heard fabric rustle, and then I felt the smooth head of his cock brush against my lips.
“I’m the one in control,” he said, his tone as hard as his cock. “Say it, Elodie. I own you.”
“You own me,” I whispered.
“Now, take my cock into your mouth like a good girl.”
I licked the head and slowly took him into my mouth, savoring the salty taste. Mac dug his fingers into my hair as I began to bob my head and suck him off.
“You’re so good at this,” he crooned. “Do you love my cock in your mouth, sweetheart? Does that make your pussy wet?”
I nodded. I’d never liked blow jobs much—until I met Mac. Without even touching me, he managed to make them painfully erotic.
Mac tightened his grip on my hair and began to take control. He thrust harder into my mouth, going deeper and deeper until I gagged.
“That’s it. Take all of me. Breathe through your nose.” He groaned. “God, you’re fucking amazing, baby girl.”
Just as I finally started to relax into the feeling of having my throat filled, Mac pulled out. I gulped in a few breaths, but the break was short, and a moment later, he was feeding me his cock again. This time, he didn’t go slow. He wrapped my hair in his hand and used it to keep my head steady as he fucked my mouth, going deeper into my throat, farther than I would’ve thought possible. I couldn’t breathe, my throat burned, and my eyes watered, yet I had never been more turned on in my life. I’d never wanted to please someone more than at that moment. When Mac finally relented again, pulling back and allowing me to rest for a moment, saliva dripped down my chin. I was sure I looked like a complete mess, but I couldn’t even care.
“God, Elodie,” he rasped. “You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth. Tell me how much you love it.”
“I love it,” I whispered. I did.
“Louder.”
“I love it!”
“Do you want me to come down your throat?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please.”
“Good girl.” I could hear the smile in his voice as he stroked my cheek. “Then no more stopping. You suck me until I come down your throat. Understand?”
“Yes.”
He deep-throated me even longer this time. Tears ran down my cheeks as I struggled to breathe. But I loved every second of it. I was desperate to taste him. His grip on my hair tightened as he pushed deeper and let out a string of curses, then stilled as he pumped down my throat. He came in endless pulses, making me swallow all of it.
Mac sighed. He gently untied my wrists and took off my blindfold before lifting me into his arms. He carried me to the bed, and before I could say a word, he buried his face in my pussy.
I squealed as he licked me from ass to clit. He plunged his tongue into my sheath as his thumb worked my clit.It didn’t take long before I was on edge.