Fastball (Wilde Players Dirty Romance) by A.M. Hargrove, Terri E. Laine Page A

pressure.
    Groaning, his cock swells and it’s becoming harder to get most of him in my mouth. I relax my throat and swallow, opening myself to take him deeper.
    “That’s it, baby. Take it.”
    His voice is husky, and a growing need bursts in my core.
    “Touch yourself, Gina. Show me how wet you are,” he adds as if reading my thoughts.
    I do as he bids and hold up two damp fingers in the way of a boy scout. A rumbling sound comes from him a second before he pulls me off. Then my wrist is in his hand as he draws me to a standing position. He sucks my fingers in his mouth and licks them clean. I have to say that shit is hot. I don’t have time to speak, when in a quick move he lifts me over his shoulder caveman style. When I give a little squeak, he slaps my ass hard. Then he’s holding his jeans with the other hand as we make the short walk to the bedroom.
    Tossing me onto the bed, he gets right to it, tugging at my jeans. When I squirm, he flips me over and taps my ass. Not too hard, but the sting turns me on. I can tell he’s not used to it, but thinks maybe that’s what I want. I have to admit, his dominating me is a thrill, so I say nothing lest he stop.
    He works my jeans over my hips and surprises me by taking a bite on my ass. I giggle, which gets me another love tap. Once my pants are off, he slides a hand underneath me to raise me up on my knees. Then his tongue is in my pussy. And fuck me if I don’t fly to the moon and back. Adding a finger, he’s expert enough to easily find the magic button. When I cry out, his mouth and finger are gone.
    “Damn, Ryder. You’re being a tease.”
    “And you made me wait for this.”
    With my eyes closed and my cheek smashed in the mattress, I feel his cock glide between my lips back and forth, but never going inside.
    I want to complain, but I sense he wants that, too. So I hold my lips shut. His dick is gone, but his magician fingers are back. Two or three, I’m not sure. Stuffed is how I feel. His other hand rubs circles around my clit, and I get closer to the prize on the other side.
    Just as I feel the beginning of an orgasm, the SOB pulls his fingers free.
    I can’t hold back a curse. “Fuck you, Ryder.” I begin to crawl away until he clamps a hand on my shoulder to stop me. Bending over me, his cock nestles between my legs, but not where I need him most.
    “If you want me inside you, Gina, you’re going to have to beg.”
    His hand on my chin excites me. I want to tell him what I crave in that second, but I’m afraid he’ll freak out over what I have in mind. Instead, I swallow my pride and beg.
    “Please put that big cock of yours inside me, Cowboy.”
    Playfully, he bites down on my ear and then angles his dick at my entrance and slams into me.
    Lots of cuss words spill from my lips as I relish the feel of him stretching me. Then it’s the sounds of our slapping flesh as he thrusts that makes me get that much closer to the edge.
    “Pull my hair,” I whisper.
    “What?”
    “Pull my hair.” Tentatively, he does it, but it’s not enough. “More,” I beg.
    The pinpricks of pain heighten everything. The world starts to lose focus, and I’m about to come. Dumb me, I tell him. And my reward is him pulling out while releasing his hold on my hair.
    Mad as hell, I flip over and glare at him. He strokes his cock, and I watch for a second, mesmerized. Then I remember where his dick should be. “Orgasm withholding. I didn’t think you had it in you. But that’s cool. I know how to get myself off.”
    I draw a line down between my breasts and over the mound into my core. My back arches as I push two fingers inside myself and moan. His response? He yanks my hand free.
    “Mine!”
    “Who says?” I challenge.
    “Me. And if you want me to fuck you, you’ll say it, too.”
    He reaches up and gently but firmly squeezes my breast while tapping his other hand on my pussy. The tap reminds me I’m deadly close to orgasm. “Tell me whose pussy this is,