Page 115 of Forbidden Game

“Cherries.” I wink.

She attempts to kick me, but I take hold of her leg and press it open so she’s butterflied before me.

Such a pretty sight.

My tongue dives into her heat, and she lets out a gasp. Her knees attempt to close, but I keep a firm grip on them. She squirms under my ministrations until she is a panting mess.

Forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest, and my Eve has completely surrendered herself to the garden of pleasure.

I suck on her clit, and she moans my name. “Parker. Please.”

“What’s that, love?”

I slip two fingers into her hot cunt.

“Please. I said please.”

“Please what?” I curl my fingers and stroke her faster.

“F—fuck me. Please. Oh God, please.”

“You’re so perfect when you beg.”

I grin, reaching into my bedside drawer and pulling out a condom. Using my teeth, I rip open the foil and roll it onto my heavy cock.

Leaning forward, I brace my arms around her head. I clear her bangs from her forehead and look straight in her slate-gray eyes as I position the head of my cock at her entrance.

I don’t break contact as I slowly push inside.

“Damn, you take me well,” I whisper.

Her pouty lips form a small O and her lashes flutter, but she never lets them close completely. We stare into each other’s eyes as we become one, and fuck me if it isn’t the hottest, most intimate moment of my entire life.

“Holy crap.” Her ankles hook behind the backs of my knees. “This feels amazing. You feel amazing.”

“And I’m only halfway.”

“What?” Her eyes blow wide. “Halfway?”

Her pussy tenses around my cock, and I let out a groan at the added pressure.

“Relax,” I soothe, bringing my hand between us to roll her clit.

“You’re going to split me apart,” she splutters.

“I promise you, I’m not. Although, I’m flattered you think so.” I press forward and kiss her.

She melts against my lips and her cunt releases its hold, letting me slip in another few inches. When I’m fully seated within her, I let out a deep breath, stilling so I can just bask in the feeling.

I move slowly at first, pulling out to the tip before pushing myself back to the hilt. It’s torture but feels so fucking good. I’m drawing out the pleasure, losing myself in the feeling of her tight pussy clamping around my dick over and over and over.

“More,” she gasps.

“More? More, what?” I ask.

“More, please.”

“That’s my girl.”

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