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Prince Player(163)

By:B. B. Hamel


She can’t stay quiet. She’s not holding back. Any thoughts she had about being in public are obviously gone now. I watch her face, and I know she’s close. I suck and lick her faster, moving faster, fingers buried inside of her.

“Oh shit,” she says, and her whole body tenses. I know she’s coming, and I don’t stop.

Her orgasm tastes incredible as it rushes through her body. She comes with every muscle, tensed and relaxed and tensed again, and I can see the pleasure on her face. She lets out one low groan, deep and intense. I don’t let up and I don’t hold back, making her orgasm as intense as possible.

Slowly, she finishes. I slide my fingers out of her and clean them off with my mouth, savoring her. She watches me with a mixture of shock, desire, and pure bliss. I smile at her then help her shift into the car so that I can shut the door.

I close it when she’s ready, then walk around to the driver’s side. She looks at me. “That was amazing,” she says.

I smirk at her. “Good. You have a lot to learn. But I can tell you’re eager.”

She blushes. “I guess so.”

I put my hand on her thigh. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”

She bites her lip. “Really?”

“We don’t want you to get in trouble. Besides, that’s enough for tonight.”

I start the engine and begin to pull away. “Wait, my panties.”

I grin at her. “Leave them there.”

“I can’t go around in a skirt without panties!”

“I want you to,” I say.

She blushes even deeper. “Yes, Daddy.”

I groan a little. “You’re learning so fast.”

We head back to her place. I stop at the usual spot and pull her against me, kissing her full and deep. It takes all my willpower to pull away.

“I’ll see you again soon,” I whisper.

“Yeah. Soon.” She kisses me one last time.

I watch her climb out and walk away. Her taste lingers on my lips as I drive home, though I follow her at a discreet distance to make sure she gets inside safely first.

Once I’m home, I get into my apartment, and my phone suddenly buzzes. I pull it out and it’s a picture from Sadie. I pull it open and can’t help but groan.

It’s a picture of her ass with the skirt hiked up in her bathroom mirror, no panties on.

I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to fuck this girl and soon.





12





Sadie





After Gavin drops me off back home, I still feel like I’m flying high.

That was such a good date. Not just because of what happened at the end, although that of course is still very much on my mind. But the whole thing was easy and fun. He showed me a part of the city that I never saw before, and I feel like I’m really getting to know him.

I never expected Gavin to open up to me the way he has been. From what I know about him, which I have to admit isn’t a whole lot, he doesn’t seem like the type of man to really want to talk about himself and his past. We come from such different worlds, and the more I learn about him, the more I’m impressed with him.

And of course, there’s that moment back in the car. I never thought I’d let someone go down on me like that, let alone right out in the open where anyone could see. But it was so freaking hot, so incredible, that even as I head up to my apartment, I’m still floating from it.

Gavin is everything that he’s been promising and probably more. He already made me feel something I never expected, and that’s only the start. I got a taste of what he can do to my body, and I already know that I need more, and badly.

I get upstairs, smiling to myself, and slowly open up the front door. I shut it quietly behind me, trying to stay as silent as possible. The apartment is really big, and the bedrooms are far from the front entrance, but it’s possible that someone’s still awake. I don’t want to get caught.

I creep down the hall toward the stairs that lead up to the second floor and all the bedrooms. I’m a little nervous, though still happy. As I get near the staircase, a sound suddenly stops me short.

I turn and my older brother Michael is standing in the doorway to the kitchen, frowning at me.

“Are you just getting home?” he asks me.

I pause, not sure what to do. “No,” I say, shaking my head. “I just went for a walk around the building.”

His frown deepens. “I didn’t hear you leave and I’ve been down here for an hour.”

Shit. What the hell is he doing? I’ve never been close with Michael, not even when we were kids. Maybe it’s because he’s four years older than I am, or maybe it’s because I’ve always preferred Peter.