Page 277 of Hateful Games

I know she isn’t wearing a bra. The reason behind it makes me grin.

She doesn’t miss and playfully glares, well aware of the trajectory of my thoughts.

“Show me, Rose,” I command, shifting closer. “Let me see those pierced nipples. You know the sight of you in my diamonds makes me hard.”

A promise is a promise.

No sooner had I fulfilled her fantasy of having me under her mercy than I took her to get those pale brown nipples pierced the same weekend.

Of course, I didn’t let a man touch her.

Hell, even watching another woman touching her made me feral.

A groan erupts from deep in my chest when she parts her shirt, wincing slightly when it grazes her sore and still healing nipples. Glinting white diamonds that match her belly piercing sparkle. The view is enough to make up for the time until I can put my mouth on those tips, feel them on my tongue as I torment her.

“Fuck! Sweetheart!” I curse. “You look so mouthwateringly sexy.”

“Nova!” she whines when I pull out my fingers from her pussy.

It turns into a needy sound when I tear her thong until she’s standing naked in my office, looking like a wet dream. No, a reality I never knew would be mine.

Leaning closer, I kiss the soft mounds tenderly.

“I can’t wait to have my mouth on them, Rose.”

She flushes a deep red.

I hike her up onto my desk, her tits bouncing. “Knees up. Keep them open.”

“Please,” she begs, eagerly obeying. “I need your mouth, Nova.”

Her silky hair hangs over her breasts, nipples peeking through them.

Sliding her hips to the edge, I kiss her belly ring before pulling at it. I trail my kisses lower, licking and sucking until I inhale the scent of her arousal. She smells divine. Squirming, she tries to lift her slit to my open mouth.

I skirt around where she desires me the most and punishingly bite down on her inner thigh. Slapping her pussy as she whimpers and moves, I growl, “Patience, wife.”

Spreading her folds, I stare at her open pussy. Dark pink, glistening, and so fucking pretty. She squirms at the intensity of my dirty attention… or the vulnerability. Whatever it is, liquid drips from her entrance.

I take a long lick from her puckered hole to her clit.

A sharp tug on my hair as her fingers grab my head, she pushes my mouth harder.

“Yes! Nova! Right there!”

I suck her clit, flicking it repeatedly with my tongue.

“Oh god!”

Her ass grinds harder and I plunge two fingers inside her.

The little slut rides my hand and tongue with abandon.

I pull back before she can come.

“No!” she cries. “Come back!”

Spank.

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