Skylar #3
Heaven help me, because I do. I ride him until the muscles of my inner thighs sting, my knees are rubbed raw from rug burn, and the ache between my legs builds so much I cry out, “You’re killing me.
” Another whimper falls from my lips when he circles my hole before delving deeper, tonguing me in a come-hither motion.
I’m so wet—so close—it’s audible. “I need…” I grab his hair. “Make me come. Right now.”
No one can make me feel as good as he does. No one.
He’s both my poison and my antidote.
Groaning, he tightens his grip, keeping me right where he wants me as he focuses all his attention on my clit, giving it the precise amount of suction to send me into a tailspin.
I toss my head back, digging my nails into his scalp as my pleasure comes to a crest and I come so hard everything around me goes hazy.
I barely have time to catch my breath when Memphis shifts us so I’m bent over the end of his bed with my face pressed against the mattress and my ass perched in the air.
My stomach knots when he spreads my cheeks. Our current position exposes all of me…including parts I’ve never inspected up close. I don’t want him seeing something that might turn him off.
Or worse, tell me it’s hideous and blame me for killing the mood.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I fib, silently willing him to hurry up and get it over with because the faster he comes, the less likely he is to notice my flaws.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t work. “Don’t lie to me.”
A big part of me wants to insist I’m not because confidence is sexy and insecurity isn’t.
However, Memphis knows me…and I know him well enough to know he despises dishonesty.
“It’s just…” I squeeze my eyes shut. “I’m really visible right now.”
“Yeah…” His ragged exhale buffets the back of my neck when he speaks. “It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
The anxiety plaguing me diminishes, and in its wake comes a rush of exhilaration.
Crinkling my nose, I glance over my shoulder. “Wow, Payne. Was that an actual compliment?”
He hasn’t dished out one of those—not to me at least—in years.
I yelp when he bites my butt cheek. “Brat.”
“Assho—” I nearly purr when he begins soothing the sting with his tongue. “That feels good.”
“I bet it does.” He smacks my ass with so much vigor it jiggles under his palm. “Too bad only good girls get to come.”
“I already came,” I remind him with an impish grin.
“Yeah, you did.”
I suck in a sharp breath when he wraps my ponytail around his fist.
“But this time you’re gonna squirt.”
I swallow a moan when he glides his dick along the length of my slit.
“After you beg for my cock.”
Damn him and his arrogance.
“In case you forgot, I’m not some little groupie—”
I hiss when he pinches my clit with his free hand. “You’re whatever the fuck I want you to be.” He draws slow wet circles with the pad of his thumb. “And right now? I want you to be my good girl.”
That term—and his imperious demeanor—shouldn’t make my heart race and my pussy clench, but good God, it does.
“You’re not playing fair,” I gripe, fighting the pleasure unfurling inside me.
Proving my point, he zeros in on the spot that makes my heart sprint like I’m running the world’s longest marathon.
“Please.”
“You’re gonna have to do better than that.”
I moan when his movements pick up and he slips that thick, wide head past my lips…
Then freezes.
My sigh is expansive. “Are you for real right now? I swear to—”
“Careful, Meadows,” he warns, amusement shading his tone. “I can drag this out all night.”
Asshole.
I sag against the mattress when he slides in a little more. “I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me soon.”
He grinds the heel of his palm against my clit. “You’re so close. I can feel that pretty little clit pulsing.”
He’s right. A few more flicks, a quick shove of his hips, and I’ll…
He goes still.
Damn it. I’m so frustrated I could cry.
“Please.” I’m so swollen, so achy for him, it physically hurts. “I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” he goads.
“Any—”
We both groan when he thrusts, filling me to the hilt.
“Fuck.” He withdraws before shoving back inside. “Is this what you want?”
He starts to pull back again, but I clamp around him, trying to keep him inside me. “Mmhmm.”
Grunting, he works his hips, taking me harder. “You want to be my fucktoy?” Thrust. “My dirty plaything?” His next thrust is so deep my stomach bottoms out and a warm buzzing sensation spreads through me. “Something I use whenever I want?”
The force of his movements pins me to the mattress. I claw at the bedsheets. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” Holding my cheeks, he pumps hard and deep. “So fucking pretty.”
I arch my back, pushing my ass higher, putting even more of myself on display.
“Christ,” he groans, and whatever composure he had snaps like a twig.
Sordid, filthy sounds fill the room as he plays my body like his guitar. Proficient, effortless…and with pure passion.
“Memphis.”
“That’s it,” he urges, skillfully strumming my clit. “Show me how good I make you feel.”
I clench and squeeze, coming with a loud moan that scrapes my throat and drenches his sheets.
Groaning, he strains against me, releasing a string of curses as hot liquid fills me.
Moments later, I’m gathering my clothes off the floor when I hear it.
“I won’t ignore you.”