Rich Player (The Dirty Thirty Pledge 3)

Her body goes still with shock, and then I’m rewarded with a moan into my mouth as her body accepts me and she wraps her legs around my waist. I plunge into her sweet pussy as deep as I can go. She asked me to fuck her, and I fuck.

Our hips grind together, the sound of skin on skin mingled with our groans, and I move faster. She likes to be hammered, and I brace myself on my arms above her, forcing myself in to the hilt. I’m a battering ram. I will not slow until she breaks, comes on me, is so thoroughly ruined by her orgasm that none will ever compare.

Diamond tenses. And when I plunge in again, she breaks apart, shuddering in my arms, mouth open in a silent scream as she comes. Her pussy clamps down on my cock, fisting it harder than I ever could.

I grit my teeth, barely holding myself back from going over. I’m balls deep in pleasure so good I can barely see. I don’t stop. I keep thrusting, smoothing out my rhythm, slowing it down, so we can both breathe.

She reaches for me, and as she does, I grab her wrists, pinning them to the bed beneath me and resuming my brutal speed. Diamond’s back arches, and this time she does scream, overcome with another orgasm and her whole body spasms in pleasure. I want to keep going, keep her coming until her throat is raw. But I can’t.

It’s too much. I can’t hold it back any longer and I go over, shouting my pleasure as I do. I thrust in one last time and hold myself deep, cock jerking as I come, spilling myself in hot jets.

Both of us are shiny with sweat and sex and I feel like I’ve run a marathon. I lower myself to the bed beside her. “Shit, woman.”

She laughs, breathless. “You too.”

We don’t say anything for a while after that, both sated and recovering. Finally, when my heart rate has returned to normal, my stomach growls. “Breakfast?”

“I could eat,” she says.

I gesture to the bedside table on her side of the bed. “The menu is right there for room service. Order whatever you like.”

When she picks up the menu and looks at it her eyes go wide. “This has to be the most expensive food in Nashville,” she says.

“Not quite, but close.”

She snorts. “I changed my mind. I don’t need anything.”

“Do you remember what we drank last night?”

She thinks for a second, and then her cheeks go pink. “I had forgotten.”

I smirk. “Some room service isn’t going to ruin me. Please, get what you want.”

She looks at the menu again, this time with real interest, but also shyly. I would guess that most of the time she doesn’t interact with rich people. Neither do I. And frankly, I try not to act like a rich person; they can be awful. But in situations like this, when it makes life more fun, it can be useful.

She picks up the phone and orders some food, and when she looks at me, I point to a couple things that I want too. When she hangs up, her smile is shy. “Thank you.”

I smile. “It’s no problem.” The silence hangs between us for a second before I say. “There are a couple of bathrooms in here, if you’d like to shower.”

A slow, sexy smile crosses her face. “You don’t want to shower together?”

Seeing her body naked and wet? My dick is already hard just thinking about it. My voice is low when I speak. “If we got in the shower together, not only would we not be out of the shower before our food arrived, but I think I’d have a hard time letting you out of there for the rest of the day.”

I see her shiver, and I smirk, because I like how my words affect her.

“Good point,” she says. “I wish I could.”

“Plans later?”

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah. Baby shower. Not mine,” she corrects quickly.

“I think I would have,” I say, laughing. “Anyway, I’m going to shower. Feel free to use whatever you need.”

“Thanks.”

I look back at her as I walk toward the bathroom, naked body glistening in the morning light, before it disappears from view.

4

Diamond

Sweet lord. I close my eyes after watching Glenn’s absolutely perfect ass disappear around the corner. I hear the shower start to run, and I slump back onto the pillows.

This isn’t what I expected when I went out last night. Hell, I wasn’t even supposed to be in Nashville. I’m not even a one-night stand type person. But last night after the encounter with that creep and all that whiskey…

I don’t regret a thing. Because Glenn is sexy as fuck and that’s the best sex I’ve had in a really long time. Since before Alex and all that shit. Damn.