Romance

Players

Jescie Hall

Toren Hollingsworth is your quintessential playboy: young, sexy, rich, and adored by women everywhere. He has what he thinks is a perfect life—that is, until he meets Scarlet Smith, aka the infamous NYC artist Scars. She plays the game better than anyone he’s ever encountered, and for the first time he’s at a loss. In this game of cat and mouse, which of them is the predator and which is the prey?

Age Rating: 18+

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Romance

Players

Jescie Hall

Toren Hollingsworth is your quintessential playboy: young, sexy, rich, and adored by women everywhere. He has what he thinks is a perfect life—that is, until he meets Scarlet Smith, aka the infamous NYC artist Scars. She plays the game better than anyone he’s ever encountered, and for the first time he’s at a loss. In this game of cat and mouse, which of them is the predator and which is the prey?

Age Rating: 18+

1: Chapter 1

SCARLETT

He has no idea what he’s in for.

Sliding the key card through the slot, we eagerly push through the door.

He immediately backs me into the wall, tongue finding mine again, pressing his erection into my thigh, eliciting a soft moan from me.

“This room should work, yeah?” he asks while quickly unbuttoning my top.

“Yeah, it’s like, really nice…,” I reply breathlessly, looking around while he begins leaving open-mouthed kisses along the length of my neck.

Definitely better than any hotel I’ve ever stayed at. Money bags over here probably lives in places like this.

This must be how it always goes for him. Go to the bar with his boys, find a chick, rent a room, fuck. They fall in love with him, he brushes them off. Typical rich-boy player.

“I’ve been watching you from across the room all night, couldn’t keep my eyes off you,” he says into my neck, trailing kisses down my chest.

“Yeah, yeah…,” I say, rolling my eyes, not trying to hear his bullshit.

“What’s that?” he asks, his warm breath against my neck.

“Oh, I said yeah, yeah…me too,” I reply, making a face. I’m not here for the lines, just the sex with the hot guy from the bar.

“God, you’re seriously not like anyone I’ve been with before.” He continues by reaching down and sliding his hands up and under my miniskirt.

“Shut the fuck up already.” I mumble quietly, already annoyed.

“Huh?” he asks, looking up with a sexy grin plastered on his face.

“I said, I’m just dying to fuck you already,” I reply with a fake smile, trying to sound like a bimbo, everything a player like him dreams of, I’m sure.

“No, there’s something different about you. I can’t describe it,” he says while placing his lips on my lower abdomen, lifting my shirt slightly.

Dude, enough talking…more doing.

But he was right, there was something different here. I typically hate cocky, arrogant guys more than anything. I needed them like I needed a hole in my head.

It’s practically my dream to crush them, but dammit if I wasn’t attracted to him.

His sandy blond hair paired with those sexy, crystal-blue eyes, and a five-o’clock shadow that fit his face to perfection made him a bit of a masterpiece.

His height, and how he dressed in a crisp, white button-down shirt, a suit tailored to his perfect form, with just enough muscle to make you feel like he could protect you, was the icing on the playboy cake.

Ugh, protect me!? Who am I right now!? I don’t need a man to protect me, I only need them for one thing, at best. Back to the action.

He dips down, lifting one of my legs over his shoulders, finding his way to my already excited center. It’s like his presence turns on a faucet for me, and I sort of hate that I can’t hide it.

“Jesus, baby, you’re dripping wet,” he says before pulling my thong to the side and licking slowly up to my clit, reaching all the nerve endings possible.

Oh dear God, he’s done this before…

I grasp the wall behind me, eyes rolling to the back of my head as I nearly fall apart from his tongue. I can’t wait any more, I need it.

I pull his hair on the back of his head back, forcing him to look up at me, his lips wet from my excitement.

“The bed…let’s go,” I breathe out.

“Yes ma’am,” he replies with a wicked grin, effortlessly picking me up.

My legs instinctively wrap around his hard core. He begins savagely attacking my neck, below my ear, applying just the right amount of pressure to prove to me what that tongue can do.

Damn, the pretty boys aren’t normally this skilled, then again, I guess he does seem a little rough around the edges.

He lays us on the bed, scooting me up, and proceeds to remove the rest of his clothing piece by piece. His massive dick just bobbling in the air has me wide-eyed and ready.

His arms and chest alone had me ready to procreate, but this elephant trunk hanging in front of me? Yeah…I can work with this. It’s no wonder he can get any girl he wants. The prick.

He slides back on top of me, pulling my skirt and underwear down, then my stockings, throwing them on the floor. He removes the rest of my already-undone shirt as I undo my black lace bra.

His eyes instantly widen at my chest.

Yeah, yeah…I hide them well.

“Jesus…” He stares in awe, cupping them immediately.

“You have a condom?” I ask.

I’m eager as hell, ready to get what I need from him.

“Of course.” He smiles, licking his lips in the sexiest way.

Ugh, I hate the way I loved that.

He hops off the bed, grabbing one from his wallet, then sits back against the headboard of the bed next to me, rolling it on.

As I climb on top of his lap, he spits in his hand, rubbing it over himself as I grab the headboard for support. I straddle his muscular thighs, angling myself right above his massive erection.

Rubbing the tip of him against my folds, we both suck in a breath. I slowly ease myself down on his thick member, letting him stretch me to borderline pain before relaxing again.

“Mmm…,” I moan out, stopping just before the base of his thick-rooted cock.

He hisses out while throwing his head back against the headboard. I slowly rise up, then ease back down, taking all of him in.

His breath is quickened, mouth opened and eyes looking almost pained from pleasure. He cups my breasts in front of him, gently bringing one to his lips. He licks in circular motions driving me wild.

This guy is all about pleasing, and I am here for it.

We start to pick up speed, finding our way back to each other’s lips again, intensifying our kiss as I continue bouncing on him, my ass slapping against his thighs.

“Fuck…come here,” he says breathlessly, stopping me for a moment before helping me off him.

He gets off the bed, circling around me like a wild animal stalking his prey, with his jaw clenched and his eyes full of desire.

“Bend over,” he says abruptly.

“Yes sir.” I get on all fours in front of him.

He stands, eyeing me for a minute. I’m no stick figure, mind you, I’ve got curves, but the way he’s looking at me makes me feel like a damn pinup girl, which is surprising because I’m sure I’m not his “type.”

“You’re ridiculously attractive,” he says under his breath, and I’m sure I misheard him.

Coming up behind me, he grabs onto my hips, fingers clawing into the skin as his achingly ready dick touches my entrance.

Slowly easing himself back into my wet center, he groans out in pleasure, then picks up speed.

It’s been a while since I’ve had anything other than silicone in me, so I’m literally on the edge of orgasm with every thrust.

“Ughh, yesss, just like that,” I moan in pure pleasure.

“You like that?” he groans, slamming into me from behind, grabbing my ass with his large, rough hands. “Fuck, me too.”

“Come for me, please,” I beg him, knowing I have him in the palm of my hand.

“I’m close…so fucking close,” he breathes out, dick hardening even more inside of me.

One of his hands reaches around my thigh, finding my clit. The sensation makes me drop my head against the bed as he begins toying with the sensitive area while pummeling into me from behind.

“Yes, oh my God…yes!” I scream out, pulsating around him. “I’m there.”

A few more hard thrusts and I’m sent spiraling into pure orgasmic bliss.

He yells out, coming undone with the sexiest grunt as his thrusts become sloppy and uncontrolled.

Panting, with his heart racing from pleasure, he collapses on top of me.

“Wow,” he says breathlessly. “That was…wow…”

Seeing as I’ve left him speechless, I decide now is as good a time as any.

“That was amazing…now, if you wouldn’t mind, get the fuck out.”

“Wh—what?” he asks, panting, still inside of me.

“You’re not staying, I said get the fuck out.”

“Quit acting like a dude.” He chuckles in disbelief.

He laughs at what he thinks is a joke. He pulls out of me, leaving me wincing at the departure before turning to face him again.

“Quit being a little bitch. Now kindly leave,” I reply with an even tone.

Looking at me with a questioning smirk, he pauses, resting his fists on the mattress, still hovering above me.

“You serious right now?” He half grins.

“Yep.” I smile back, then put on a serious face.

His face goes from thinking I’m joking to a look of semi-disappointment.

“Wow, okay,” he scoffs while getting up, putting his boxer briefs back on. “You know I paid for this room, right?” He chuckles in disbelief.

“Mm-hmm.” I nod, smiling.

I lie back in the king-sized bed, pulling the covers over my naked body, arms crossed behind my head with a satisfied smile, watching as he zips his pants and puts his shirt on over his chiseled chest.

He really is a vision.

“Bye, bye.” I grin and sigh as he goes to open the door.

He pauses for a second, looking back to me with his mouth open, words escaping him, then shakes his head in disbelief, leaving the room.

The player just met his match.

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