Playing with Her - Erika Wilde Page 0,4

air feathered across the warm, damp arousal already soaking the front panel of her thong.

His hot, lust-fueled gaze bored into hers. “I am going to wreck you,” he promised. “If not your mouth, then your tight pussy. I want everyone to know, when you walk into the club, that you’ve been thoroughly fucked and pleasured. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

His confident words rendered her so breathless she couldn’t speak, but her body responded, her sex pulsing and aching for all that he promised.

He stepped back a few inches. “Turn around, brace your hands on the dresser, and spread your legs,” he ordered.

She obeyed, flattening her palms on the smooth wooden surface, giving him a view of her bare ass bisected by her red lace thong.

He groaned but didn’t deliver the stinging smack to her bottom she was hoping he would. “I want to see your tits bounce while I fuck you.”

She swallowed back a moan. Jesus, he was so obscene, direct, and lewd when they were alone together—a complete contradiction to the perfect gentleman he was outside of the bedroom, which made the switch to demanding alpha all the more thrilling.

Reaching for the zipper at her back, he dragged it down and pulled the sleeves lower, to her elbows. The dress had a built-in bra, and her breasts swayed free, her nipples already furled into tight points.

“You are fucking gorgeous,” he muttered in a husky tone, and brought his hands around, palming her breasts before pinching and tugging on the sensitive tips until she whimpered from the pleasurable pain he’d inflicted.

He was still wearing his pants, but feeling the nudge of his erection against the crease of her ass, she felt compelled to remind him of their pact before it was too late. “You need a condom.” Not because they were concerned about birth control. No, it was the one rule she’d established after she’d moved in with Mac, that if he wanted to fuck her right before they went out together for the evening—and he usually did—then he had to wear a condom so she wasn’t a mess the rest of the night.

“Are you issuing orders again?” His authoritative tone rasped against her ear from behind as he tweaked her nipples again, hard enough to make her gasp. “I’m thinking I’d much rather fuck you bare so that you’ll walk into The Players Club with the scent of me on your skin and the slick feel of my come along the insides of your thighs.”

Her pussy throbbed shamelessly, and a whimpering sound escaped her throat. She was beyond questioning why such a filthy statement could make her hotter and wetter than she already was, so she swallowed and added a very soft, submissive “Please, sir,” to her request.

She saw his satisfied smile in the mirror in front of her. “Only because it’s your birthday, I’ll make wearing a condom your one concession right now. However, just keep in mind that you will be punished later this evening for making any kind of demands when I’m in charge.”

She licked her bottom lip, already anticipating his decadent form of discipline. “Yes, sir.”

Briefly leaving her, he went to the nightstand and retrieved a condom while she waited dutifully for him, ass up, tits out, and beyond eager for him to fuck her.

He returned a few moments later and set a familiar velvet box on the dresser, one that contained her favorite pink hand-blown glass anal toy—and one of the larger ones in their collection that Mac used when he wanted to stretch her for the eventual invasion of his dick there. Then, he stood behind her, out of direct view, but the motions and sounds of him unbuckling his belt made her stomach quiver, along with the crinkling of foil and Mac’s deep male grunt as he sheathed his cock with the rubber. Hooking his fingers into the sides of her thong, he pushed the scrap of material down until it fell around her heels.

“Get them off,” he ordered gruffly, and she immediately kicked the panties aside.

His hand gripped the inside of her right thigh, and he lifted her leg so that her knee was resting on the dresser, effectively spreading her wide open for him.

Two fingers traveled down the crack of her ass and slid along the drenched folds of her sex, spreading her flesh and caressing her clit much too softly, deliberately playing with her and making her beyond needy. She tipped her head back and moaned, then