Rich Player (The Dirty Thirty Pledge 3)

He keeps going, licking and sucking until every last drop of pleasure is wrung from me, and I’m limp on the bed. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I say it out loud too. “Fuck.”

Glenn pulls his fingers from my pussy and licks them clean as he stands up, looking down at me with pure satisfaction. And judging from the even larger bulge in his pants, he enjoyed it too. Not as much as I did. “I would taste that every day if I could. And see?” he says. “Edging works.”

“You’re still a bastard for that,” I say, but the words have no force.

“It can be addicting,” he says, unbuckling his pants. “Keeping someone in suspense, letting them chase the high and never finding it. Never letting them know if you’re going to choose to send them over or leave them in agony.”

“Did I end up in bed with a sadist?” My eyes are glued to his hands, watching.

He pushes his pants off his hips and he’s left in tight boxer briefs. Black like my thong. We kind of matched. Just a little. But the thin fabric doesn’t hide the fact that he’s almost tearing it with how hard he is. And when he removes those, my mouth goes dry.

Glenn’s hand falls to his cock, stroking it absently. It’s jutting straight away from his body, an utter monument to sex and life and virility. He’s big. Longer than he is thick, but even so, I’m not sure my fingers could circle him.

He’s going to be inside me. Oh God. My eyes flutter closed in anticipation.

“No,” Glenn says.

“No?”

He grins, finding a condom and rolling it on. “No, I’m not a sadist.”

I had forgotten that I’d even asked the question because he’s now naked. “Evidence would suggest otherwise.”

Glenn climbs back onto the bed with me, caging me with his arms, mouth close to mine. He feels so much bigger now that he’s naked, this position far more vulnerable and intimate. “Not a sadist,” he says again. “I just like the satisfaction, and seeing someone writhing beneath me, completely, mindlessly, desperate.”

His cock is pressed against my stomach, hot and hard and ready. It’s incredibly distracting. “You’re crazy.”

“Am I?” He presses his lips to mine, and his lips taste sweet. Like me. God. “Imagine this,” he says. “A guy you’re dating comes to see you every day. Every day he pleasures you, fucks you with his fingers and with his tongue. Uses toys. You never know when it’ll happen, but it’ll be great.”

Pressing my hips up into him, grazing his cock, trying to get him to move faster. But I already know that he likes to take his time. “I like that image,” I say.

“But for one week, he never lets you come.”

“I think I’d rather die,” I say.

Glenn lowers his lips to my ear, the way he’s brushing my skin making me shiver. “No, you wouldn’t. Every second, you’d be thinking about him and whether the next time would be the time you go over. You’d be so sensitive that a breeze would arouse you. You’d be begging for it. But when you finally came, it would be the best orgasm of your life. You’d scream so loud that all of Nashville would hear you.”

His words create a picture in my head, and damn him, it’s hot. I can see everything he’s saying with perfect clarity, and part of me gets it. I can understand the exquisite agony of holding back. “And what would stop me from just going home and touching myself?” My voice has gone dark and raspy, and I wrap my hands behind his neck, pulling him closer to kiss me.

“I told you,” he says, mouth quirking up into that smile that’s devastating. “It’s addictive. You’d want it too.”

I can’t help but laugh softly. “I’ll keep that in mind. But right now, I’m going to need you to fuck me. Because I’m not a patient woman, and I want your cock in me now.”

Glenn rolls me on my side, straddling one of my legs and holding onto the other. He’s perfectly lined up with me, and he pushes in, plunging deep in one long stroke. I’m so wet from his attention, so aroused from his words that he slips in to the hilt, and holy fucking shit.

I gasp, losing my breath as it turns into a moan. He’s filled me to the brim, so much I’m not sure that I’m meant to take a cock that big, and still he’s in me, balls pressed tight against me. Oh fucking shit it aches so good. He grips my thighs, pulling me closer as he pulls back and drives in again. And again. And again. In this position, I feel every inch of him, and it hits different places inside that I’m not used to. I’m already so high, so sensitive, that I fall into my first orgasm in seconds. I’m stuffed and bursting, more pleasure exploding with every thrust.