Page 28 of Red My Lips

“This round is just getting started, Jill. It’s all about timing. You don’t want to give yourself up too soon.” His fingers stroke me through the thin fabric, already soaked through. I let out a sigh, growing desperate. If he doesn’t finish what he’s started, he’ll pay dearly—one way or another, I’m going to make a mess on his lap tonight.

“Let’s see what we have here.” Gage’s voice washes over me, drenching me with promises of devastation. Pushing aside my panties, his wicked fingers find my pussy as his other hand lifts the cards up closer to show me.

“What do you think of this hand?” he asks, showing me his cards—a royal flush. Dipping his fingers into my wetness, he brushes his fingertips expertly across my swollen flesh. He circles my clit once, twice, three times—teasing me before he pushes two thick fingers inside me. I arch against him, seeking more. “Pretty good, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I breathe. He pumps in and out of me once before withdrawing almost completely, his thumb relentless in its assault on my nerves.

Now we’re finally getting somewhere.

Pleasure sparks inside me, growing and spreading like wildfire. Desire bleeds through my body until it’s pumping through every vein, and my head is swimming.

“It’s not always about what cards you’re dealt. It’s what you do with them.” He’s teasing me now, pushing just the tips of his fingers inside me to the first knuckle before slowly withdrawing, pushing in further very gradually each time. Too gradually.

“So do something with them.” I move my hips to meet his fingers, moaning when he grants my request by driving his fingers into me to the hilt and finding a magical rhythm that makes me delirious.

“Do you think anyone else here has a hand as good as mine, little devil?” His voice is deep and rough with hunger. My eyes drift closed as my body begins to float, one of my arms reaching up behind me to anchor against his shoulder while the other hand grips the edge of the table for dear life.

I want more, need more.

As if reading my mind, he gives it to me. Keeping his pace steady, his hand shifts to push deeper as he slams into me harder, the heel of his hand slapping against my sensitive clit. He’s earned some honesty from me, so I give it to him. “No.”

“What should I do with this amazing hand, hmm? Fold or go all in?” His fingers curl inside me, touching the spot that has stars flashing behind my eyes like lightning.

“Oh fuck,” I moan, gasping and rocking against him. This man is the devil with the way he completely possesses every inch of my body.

“That’s not an answer.” He’s as desperate for my release as I am. “Tell me.”

“All in,” I pant. “Now.” The sound of his chuckle, raspy and deep, almost pushes me over the edge.

“Such a greedy girl.” He rewards me with three fingers, filling and stretching me as he strokes the spot deep inside that has my breath stuttering. “You’re dripping down my hand, soaking my lap. Let’s see how wet I can get this perfect, needy pussy.”

The sounds of my breathy pants and moans fill the room shamelessly. Gage’s breath in my ear grows harsh as he finger fucks me into oblivion, his big cock hot and hard as a steel rod against my ass. Pleasure radiates through me, building and growing like an electrical storm, ready to take out everything in its path. Then his fingers pull out of me to roughly pinch my swollen clit, and the bite of pain sparks inside me like a detonator.

Euphoria explodes through me, every nerve firing all at once. My back arches with the force of it, my body completely overwhelmed. Gage’s cards lay forgotten on the table as he holds me close while my orgasm rips through me.

“Gage,” I moan his name over and over again, a chorus of pants and sighs leaving me as I’m consumed by blinding pleasure. “Oh, god.” I struggle for breath, writhing against him. My mind is completely blank, and my thoughts are finally silenced as my body processes the bliss that’s overtaken my limbs. Slowly, the tension fades, and I melt back against his chest, completely spent. A deep, cleansing breath enters and exits my lungs through my parted lips.

“Holy fuck,” someone mutters from across the table, but I’m not sure who.

“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed,” Gage murmurs deeply into my ear after a minute. Pulling out of me, he replaces my panties and tugs my dress back down. Lifting his hand up past my face, I can see his hand glistening with my arousal before he sticks his fingers into his mouth to suck me off of them with a groan. “So fucking sweet.”

“How do I get a taste?” Dallin asks, licking his lips. Gage tenses against me, his tone darkening.

“You know better than to ask me to share, Feldman.” A thrill runs through me at the danger in his voice. “Now, let’s hurry this game up before I get mad, and no one can walk away from this table.” That seems to shut the other men up, and they continue the game. Anders sweetens the pot, and Dallin folds with a string of curses.

As soon as I think my legs will support me again, I attempt to stand up. But Gage isn’t having that. He holds me on his lap easily, his rock-hard erection pressed between my ass cheeks. “Not so fast, sweetheart. You’re not done here.”

“Now that you’ve shown us what you got,” Gage says, taking his cards off the table. “Lay them down, boys.” Each of the men starts showing their hands—Grecko playing three of a kind that has Brent, Anders, and John folding. Dane lays down a full house, beating out the old man, but his hand isn’t good enough. Gage plays his royal flush, winning the entire pot worth almost a hundred grand.

“Your time’s up,” I say, pulling his hands off me to climb off his lap. “I’ve given you more than enough luck for one night.” Stepping away from the man doing his best to claim my soul, my eyes don’t miss the wet mark on his lap where I came all over him.

So far, Gage has made me come harder than I ever have before. I’ll die before I admit it to him—no one but Lana gets to know. But it’s the reason I let him anywhere near me instead of gutting him like the other men who’ve tried to get away with shit.

They fucked around and found out.

Gage’s ability to play my body until I’ve reached unbelievable heights of pleasure has given him access to me that looks past a lot of the shit he tries to pull. And as long as the orgasms outweigh the urge to slit him open, I’ll keep using him to get off.

“That was quite the show you just gave my boys.” As Gage’s eyes move over me, I can practically see the images of what he wants to do to my body flash through his mind. “You really worked for your tip.”

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