Player's Challenge by Koko Brown Page B

leaving the object of his every desire. Sprawled, with her legs dangling off the bed, Gemma remained blissfully unaware of his regard. Sighing contentedly, toned thighs parted, she was still riding the wave of a third orgasm.
    Perfectly sculpted with a celestial beauty, she was a goddess blessed with dark skin, lush lips, and mouth-watering curves deserving to be zealously worshiped.
    With quick efficiency, Devin discarded his trousers. He didn’t want to give Gemma time to rethink their finally coming together. Sure, he’d just rocked her world with back-to-back orgasms, but that didn’t mean she would let him finish what he’d started.
    When his thumbs hooked in the top of his briefs, she suddenly sat up, startling him.
    “Wait—!” Her tone bordered between an order and a wail.
    Suspicious, his eyes narrowed. “So help me, if you’re about to tell me you’re not ready, I’m going to tear this bedroom apart.”
    Chuckling, Gemma shook her head. Her dark tresses, no longer as sleek as they were before, brushed her delicate shoulders. When she wiggled her fingers at him, he stepped forward.
    Immediately latching onto his hips, the heel of her hand grazed the tip of his cock and he drew in a ragged breath. “I want the pleasure of taking these off,” she quietly said.
    Colored with reticence and uncertainty, her voice caused the blood to rush to his shaft. Beyond ready to bury himself inside her, he shoveled his hand in her hair, and tipped her head back. “Fancy them do you?”
    Eyes locked with his, Gemma pulled on the thin cotton at his hips and tugged. “Earlier, when I saw you standing in the closet, wearing nothing but these, my brain literally fried.”
    Devin smiled. His plan had worked. “You’re in luck. I’ve got a dozen more.”
    Her mouth parted in a delightful, husky gasp, and he hoped with age had come sexually maturity. He’d love her luscious lips wrapped around his cock. She’d refused often enough when they were kids, thinking blowjobs were gross, so he hoped she no longer had the same mindset. Eager to be inside her, Devin helped her slide the briefs down his legs and then happily kicked them aside.
    “Oh, boy,” she whispered when he fell heavily into her palm. The swollen tip visibly pulsing, the distended veins throbbing with the rhythm of his heartbeat.
    “Have I changed much?”
    Her gaze traveled up his body and met his. “Only improved. You’re beautiful…all of you.”
    Moved by her admiration, his cock jumped in her hand, drawing her attention. She bent her head and she licked the tip. Devin expelled a sharp breath. Her tongue traveled like a hot brand against his sensitive skin. Wanting more, he pressed against her lips.
    She took his hard length in her hands, running her palms up and around him, circling him with her fingers. She opened her mouth, and her wet lips surrounded him, her tongue sliding down him like an ice lolly. He moaned at the enveloping heat and lash of her tongue, his balls tightening with each stroke.
    Wanting more…needing more, he flexed his hips. With each thrust, she took him deeper until his balls kissed her bottom lip. She was driving him wild. “If you keep it up,” he warned. “It’s going to be my turn to come.”
    As if he’d given her the keys to the kingdom, she gripped his rear and squeezed. Her mouth held him, sucking harder. Devin followed her lead, pumping his cock deep, bumping the back of her throat.
    “You got me so close,” he groaned, feeling a knot of pressure in his balls and the root of his cock, the ecstasy bombarding his nerves. It was almost as if they’d never been separated because there was no explanation for the insatiable need she incited in him. This overwhelming desire, these sensations were like a fever he couldn’t check. Never could, he admitted, like when he was a boy in Birmingham.
    And like a pubescent boy, Devin was swept up in a frenzy with Gemma as the ultimate mastermind. He shut his eyes as she