Craving The Player (Amateurs In Love Book 1)(9)

"You might need these," she whispers, holding my house keys in front of me with her otherwise unoccupied hand. I thank her with a rough kiss and slide the key in the lock. I shove open the door before kicking it shut again. Flipping us around, I slam her back against the wall, cursing into the empty apartment when her grip on me tightens.

"Keep doing that and I'll fuck you right up against this wall," I threaten, dragging my parted lips down her neck and biting the delicate skin hard enough to ensure there will be a mark tomorrow.

"You sure about that?" she replies, her husky tone bringing goosebumps to my already burning skin. No, I want you in my bed. Now.

I spin us around and move inside my bedroom, leaving the lights off as I throw her down on the bed. With her knees bent, she lets her legs fall open in front of me and I lick my lips, desperate to taste her. I rip off my shirt and throw it across the room before stalking towards her like a predator to prey, only stopping when my thighs hit the mattress. She takes me by surprise when she sits up and starts to pull up her dress, keeping her eyes trained on me as it inches up her skin. My lungs burn, and I realize I’ve been holding my breath, watching her strip for me.

My jaw slacks, blood burning as I take her in. I knew she was hot, but I didn't realize she was rocking such a dangerous body. A dipped waist met with full hips, thighs that I want to suffocate me, and an ass that any man would kill to feel in his palms. She's fucking gorgeous. And it's more than just her body. It's her narrow cheekbones, plump cheeks, and full lips. Her sharp jaw and round eyes. Fuck, I scored large tonight, that's for sure.

I grab her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed, watching as her perfect, handful-size tits bounce with the movement. I slide my arms under her thighs and pull her even closer, until I can smell the sweet arousal and see the outline of her pussy through wet panties. With firm hands, I push her thighs apart and feel my mouth water. She beats me to it and shoves her panties down her legs, kicking them out of sight.

My cock throbs with need. I’m a starving man, out of control when I see her bare, swollen pussy without the restrictions of her silk underwear. With a groan, I dive between her thighs and run my tongue flat along her wet slit. Her hips buck up at the sudden contact, but I grip her legs and hold her in place, keeping her still.

“More,” she pleads, voice shaking. Hearing her without the spine-straightening confidence that I’ve quickly learned to expect only intensifies my need to satisfy her. I want her to unravel in my bare hands. I want her to remember who made her come harder than she ever has long after she walks out my front door tomorrow morning.

“More? You want my tongue inside this tight cunt?”

I let my eyes move from the glistening pink flesh in front of me and work my way up her stomach, paying extra attention to the scar underneath her belly button where a piercing used to be and the large paw print tattoo underneath of her right breast. I chew on my bottom lip to suppress a groan when she palms the same tit, covering both her hardened nipple and tattoo. My gaze falls on her face quickly, unable to stay focused on anything but her parted lips and eyes so heated I can almost feel them lighting a match to my insides, burning me alive from the inside out.

Dragging one hand to press flat against her hips, I use my other to spread her apart and begin lapping at her arousal, moaning in the back of my throat at her soft sounds of approval that fall in the dark. I plunge a finger hard inside of her before adding another right away with the knowledge of just how ready she is for me. They slip in easily and her eyes shut, chin lifting in the air and hips pushing up from the bed before I’m shoving them back down.

“Play with those nipples for me, Sierra. Need you to come.” My words are nothing short of a demand and she responds without a fight, twisting and pinching both of her tightened peaks between her fingers with a sigh of relief. I have no idea where the sudden need to be vocal is coming from, but I'll take it. Now isn’t the time to question this shit.

I pick up my pace, slipping in a third finger and curling them, hitting the spot that has her gasping. “Don’t stop. God, I’m almost there.”

I wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard enough that it releases with a pop before I punish her with a nip to her swollen flesh. She tries to kick out her legs, fingers gripping the sheets. My next words come out tight and harsh. “It’s Braden. Not God. Say it and I won’t stop right now. Don’t make me stop, baby. You’re taking these fingers so good.”

She has me hanging on by a fucking thread. I need to be inside of her but I have to know that I made this tight pussy come all over my fingers, soaking my hand while she screams my name.

Sierra tightens around me with each shuttered exhale, and when I suck on her swollen clit for a second time, she stills before every muscle in her body tightens, reaching her high with her chest rising and lip held between her teeth. I take everything she has to give me with a cocky grin on my lips before slipping my wet fingers into my mouth, staring into her pupil-blown, lustful gaze with my own full of raw, primal need and suck them clean. I love the way her cheeks flush, as if me sucking her juices from my fingers is more intimate than me eating her pussy like a starving man.

I crawl over her with the taste of her still on my tongue and reach into the side table, pulling out a condom and covering my cock with it before settling it between her legs. She’s warm and wet against me as I rock against her center, feeling myself slip between her folds and my tip brushing her clit on every upstroke.