Page 290 of Hateful Games

Color rushes to her rosy cheeks.

Fisting her hair, I sharply tug it back until she has to drop her hand. She stills at the sound of my zipper lowering as I pull out my aching cock. I’m in a perpetual state of hardness around my cocktease of a villainous wife.

While I stroke my girth, she reaches between her thighs and rubs her pussy under the skirt. Bringing her closer, I rub the drop of precum on the outline of her lips. Her tongue comes out to circle the shiny metal she can’t get enough of.

“Now you’ll be a good girl and pay attention to sucking your husband’s cock.”

Her lips have barely parted before I’m forcing the crown past them. Widening my stance, I thrust half of my shaft in and pull out. Holding her immobile, I plunge again and don’t stop until her cheeks are hollowed and drool drips from the corner.

She breathes through her nose, but it’s still a struggle when I keep feeding her more of my shaft. Her palms slap on my thighs, eyes half-mast and tears leaking from the corners.

“All of it, Rose.”

Another inch.

“I want to see you choke.”

One more inch.

“Until I’m buried to the back of your throat.”

I thrust the last two inches until her nose is pressed against my groin. Her throat tightens, sucking me in like a vise as I hold her there. Blinding pleasure consumes me. With a grunt, I pull out. A trail of spit connecting us.

“Breathe.”

I slam to the hilt. She sputters around my length. Her pupils widen when I pinch her nose, stealing the rest of her oxygen. Until she’s completely at my mercy. Her eyes close in beautiful submission, even as the rest of her fights.

“You should know better than to tease and lie to me. Bad little girl.”

I let go and at the same time, I withdraw.

She coughs and gulps in precious air.

I almost spill my load when she fists my shaft and strokes. Gazing up at me with dark hunger, she begs, “Do it again.”

“I feel you strangling my dick like that again, I’ll spill down your throat,” I rasp. With my grip in her hair, I make her stand and turn around. “Except, every inch of you has been begging to be fucked for the last hour.”

“Yes, fuck me, please.”

Pushing her down flat on the wide long desk, I flip her skirt up and spread her delectable ass cheeks. Until I can see the wide and circular surface of the butt plug I inserted in her asshole, readying her to take me there.

Tonight.

Tilting her hips until she’s stretched on her toes, I order, “Widen your legs. Show me your cunt that I own.”

Whimpering and beyond turned on, she obeys in a heartbeat. Like the shameful slut she’s for me, she arches her back. Begging without words for me to fuck her and sate her insatiable lust.

“Patience, wife.”

Pressing two of my fingers against her drenched slit, I dip inside and, goddammit, she’s soaked. Sticky and so beautifully messy. I paint her arousal around her clit and back to her ass cheeks. “How long have you been sitting with this wet-as-hell pussy, Rose? You better not have ruined my chair and left a damp spot for every employee of mine to see. I have a company to run. I can’t afford to have a massacre in the fucking building.”

Because she’s equally unhinged and deranged as me, she gushes on my hand.

“Tell me. How long have you sat like a horny slut?”

“Since moment you began to speak in your commanding tone.”

“My voice turned you on?”

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