Page 142 of Pretty Twisted Games

“Yes?” she squeaked, her ribs expanding as I tightened them again until they were both hard buds. “I’m going to… I might come, it feels so…”

“You won’t come yet, Summer. Say you understand.”

“But it feels so…I don’t know if I can stop it.”

“You will,” I demanded, and she nodded, tongue brushing across gorgeous full upper lips.

“Okay,” she breathed, writhing under me.

"Good," I soothed, running my fingers over her skin again, feeling every nook and cranny over her chest, her belly, her hips. She was a stunning creature. So beautiful. So special. Then, grabbing her hips, I jerked her pussy up to my face, inhaling a deep breath, "Delicious," I groaned, licking her, and she moaned.

"Rook…”

"Don't you dare come," I reminded her, then began to tongue her, mumbling my pleasure as I tasted her. She writhed as I licked her cream, spearing her cunt, then moving to apply pressure to her clit. “Watch me as I eat this delicious cunt.”

Her eyes locked on mine as I ate my pussy.

It was only until my tongue made its way to her asshole that she jerked in surprise. But I held her tight, forcing her to take it as I licked and suckled, appreciating every single taste of her. After a moment, she was moaning, her eyes fluttering closed.

She was so lost in her pleasure that it took her a moment to realize that I'd settled her back on the sand. Her eyes widened at the sight of what I'd pulled out. Her lips parted, the beginning of a protest on her lips, but I stilled her with a slap on her thigh.

"You will take what I give you, you understand me, Summer? You betrayed me today, and you must be punished."

Teeth clamping down on her lower lip, she nodded, her voice shaking, "Yes, sir."

I squeezed the lube on her asshole, making sure she was nice and slick, then, "Take in a deep breath.”

Nodding as she did as I instructed.

"Now breathe out slowly, through your lips, like you're blowing through a straw." As she obeyed, I slowly inserted the small anal plug, watching her face to make sure I wasn't hurting her.

"Oh God," she moaned, her head falling back, forcing her sexy tits outward—diamonds dangling from them—as I worked past the resistant barrier.

"Do you like this, Summer?"

She nodded, barely mumbling a coherent, "Yes sir."

“Look at that couple watching us,” I hummed, and her eyes blinked, her head turning towards the elderly couple still gawking. “What do you think they’re thinking?”

“I… I don’t know….”

“Do you think they’re judging you?”

“Yes,” she groaned.

“Look at the man. Did you see?”

“See what?”

“Him adjusting himself. He wishes he was me.” I didn’t need to see him to know what he was thinking. He was a man, after all.

“But the woman. She looks so shocked.”

“Her opinion doesn’t matter,” I sneered. “She probably hasn’t had a single orgasm her whole life—her vagina is clamped together so tight.”

Summer belted out a laugh that quickly turned into a shriek. "Rook, no!"

I’d pulled out a vibrator and held it to her clit, watching in pleasure as her whole body seized, the scent of her honeyed cream filling the air. "You didn't come did you, Summer?"

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