Playing the Game (The Renegades) (Volume 3) by Melody Heck Gatto

inside her now, but that was not how he wanted this
evening to go. This would be one to remember for a long time.
    The white blouse dropped to the floor, and she stood
there before him in only her bra and panties. Her skin was fair
with spots of blushing, her nipples puckered through the peach
fabric, and her chest rose and fell dramatically with each breath
she took. Tyler wanted to remember every second of this. His eyes
slid over her, methodically memorizing every inch of her. Her
curvaceous hips led the way to shapely thighs that cradled her
mound. He wondered if he reached out and cupped her pussy how wet
she would be. The thought of sliding his finger under that fabric
and feeling her warmth made him almost groan out loud.
    “ You’re stunning,
Paige.”
    She bit at her bottom lip and grabbed his belt,
pulling him to her. She knew what she wanted and he liked that. He
liked that a lot. Hastily he pulled his shirt off. Her fingers
fumbled at his waist, unfastening his belt. Tyler ran his lips
along her jawline and paused to take in the sweet aroma of her
hair. His lips settled in the crook of her neck, tasting her soft,
supple skin as she undid his jeans and let them fall to the
floor.
    A soft gasp escaped her lips as his massive hard-on,
now free, jutted out. He slid his hands around her waist and pulled
her into him so that his cock pushed into the damp fabric between
her legs. With one swift move, he unhooked her bra and tossed it
aside.
    He moved back to look at her perfect shape and hard
little nipples. “Fucking gorgeous.” Taking a breast in his hand,
his mouth watered for her. His cock twitched as he took her mouth
in his, sliding his hand into her hair to deepen the kiss. Swirling
his tongue with hers, then sucking at her bottom lip, he walked
them backwards to his bed. He’d remembered to straighten out his
sheets this morning so thankfully his bedroom wasn’t a complete
disaster.
    He dropped to his knees and ran his lips over her
stomach, placing light kisses down her midriff. His fingers danced
at the waistband of her panties. Impatient, he wanted to be nestled
between her thighs and tasting her sweetness. He tugged at the
fabric, needing it to be gone, until he felt her hands in his hair.
They weren’t tangling around his curls, or pushing him into her;
they were asking him to pause.
    “ Tyler, wait. Um, do you have…” She
hesitated, almost looking nervous. “Protection?”
    He flashed her a soft smile, hoping to calm any
concerns. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.” He didn’t want to
sound like, Oh sure, I’ve got condoms , but he also wanted
her to feel at ease. By the way her face softened he was sure he
had accomplished that without sounding like a man-whore.
    Her hands relaxed, and she ran them lazily through
his hair. Her touch was gentle and warm as her fingers tangled in
his waves. The sensation gave him goosebumps. He was sure she knew
what he was going to do next, and every part of her dripped with
anticipation.
    Her breathing turned heavy and her eyes dark. Without
any hesitation he tore off the last piece of clothing in his way
and tossed it aside. Breathing in her musky scent he couldn’t wait
any longer. His cock was so hard it hurt and he was more turned on
than he had ever been before.
    He kissed up the inside of her thigh. Her scent
intoxicated his senses and he jerked her closer. Needing to taste
her, he kissed his way up to her awaiting mound. Running his tongue
over her slit, he eagerly slipped inside. Oh my God, she tastes
like heaven. Not that I know what heaven tastes like… but if I did,
it would taste like her.
    Lapping at her wetness, he felt her muscles
tighten.
    “ Relax. I won’t bite… not unless
you want me to.” Returning to her folds, his fingers ran over her
opening, coaxing her to relax. Finally softening to his touch, he
thrust into her, tasting her. She was warm and delicious; he
couldn’t get enough of her musky sweetness. Pulling out