Page 102 of Vicious Little Games

I do as I’m told, attacking her clit with the tip of my tongue to get her off fast. I’m not playing around tonight. I want to bury my dick inside of her wet cunt for hours. That’s why I fuck her with two fingers to get her ready for me while licking her.

As soon as Cass gets off, I’m on top of her. I have both of her wrists pinned above her head before her eyes blink open.

“Put me inside of you,” I order her, still wearing the mask as requested.

She’s not teasing me either tonight. Cass frees one hand and reaches between us to grab my cock to line it up. With the slightest pump of my hips, I’m filling her up.

“Yes!” she shouts at the top of her lungs. And I don’t even care. There’s no one on the third floor to hear her. Our parents aren’t even in the casino. I want to make her scream so loud her voice is hoarse tomorrow.

I don’t give her time to adjust to my size. I slam deep, over and over again. Cass gets louder with each thrust, and I don’t dare cover her mouth as I watch her face and the place where our bodies are connected.

My dick looks so nice ramming in and out of her spread thighs. She squirms around underneath my heavy weight as if trying to take me deeper, or rub her clit against my pelvis at the right angle to get off.

I know I could easily reach down, and she would come as soon as my fingers touched that bundle of nerves.

But I prefer to draw out her pleasure, enjoying the challenge of trying to make her come with just my cock slamming inside of her.

“Let me…let me ride you,” Cass says between gasps.

“No.”

“Please!” she practically whines that one word, not sounding anything like the usual feisty Cass.

“You’ll take my cock however I want you to tonight,” I tell her.

“God, yes. The mask is…so damn hot,” she says as she stares up at me. “Fuck me harder.”

I try to fuck her harder, I do.

But when it becomes obvious that Cass isn’t going to come at this angle before I blow my load, I pull out of her pussy long enough to flip her onto her stomach. Rather than lifting her ass up off the mattress, I flatten her with all my weight on her back, pinning her wrists with one of my hands to the small of her back. I use my knees to push her legs together before entering her through the tightest of spaces.

“Oh god!” Cass cries out when I eventually squeeze all the way inside.

Leaning down, I swipe my tongue over her ear, and ask while continuing to fuck her, “You like being so tight my cock has to fight for every inch?”

“Yes! More! Ohhh!” The last scream sounds like she’s in immense pain. I would think she was if not for the walls of her pussy finally contracting around my shaft as she comes shaking and moaning on it.

I’m right behind her, shoving deep one last time before my balls empty. I groan at the immense pleasure of her milking me dry.

I slowly rock into her a few more times to savor every second, making Cass whimper loudly and writhe, just as there’s a knock on her bedroom room.

It swings open a second later because, fuck me, I didn't lock it. I got distracted by seeing Cass awake, as if she was waiting up for me, and because our parents weren’t home.

Before I can even blink, Eli is a blur of movement. A blur that jumps onto my back. His forearm slides in front of my throat, cutting off my air in a choke hold as he pulls me out of Cass and off her. We roll onto the floor with a loud thud, Eli taking the brunt of my weight with a grunt.

“Eli! Eli, stop it!” Cass shouts from where she’s kneeling naked on the side of the bed. “It’s Cole, you jackass! It’s Cole!” Reaching down, she rips my mask off my face to prove it since my hands are busy trying to keep his arm from cutting off my oxygen.

“Fucking hell,” Eli says as he drops his arm from my throat and scrambles out from underneath my naked ass. “I thought you were…trying to get him off you.”

“I was squirming around trying to draw out the best damn orgasm I’ve ever had during sex,” Cass admits, which fills my chest with pride.

“God. Fucking. Dammit,” Eli grumbles as he looks up at Cass then staggers to his feet. “Both of you put some clothes on, for fuck’s sake.” Reaching for the front of his pants, he presses his palm to the bulge there. “I’m hard as a goddamn rock, wanting to pound into every single hole in this room.”

“Sorry, man,” I say as I rub my sore throat and catch my breath. “I couldn’t get it up for gay porn.”

“You were going to do gay porn?” Cass asks from where she hasn’t moved on the edge of the bed. I can’t tell if she’s disgusted or aroused by the thought.

“If my dick had been on board, the Masked Fatherfucker would’ve been a thing,” I admit to her. “But no amount of female fluffing before takes could keep me hard enough for penetrating a guy’s hole, though. I’m just not attracted to men.”

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