Page 116 of Vicious Little Games

At that comment, Cass launches herself at me. It’s just a hug, and she pulls away far too soon, but at least for a few seconds she was in my arms.

“Sorry. I’m just relieved. I wasn’t sure…”

She’s relieved because she was worried about how I would react. She was worried about me. She cares about me. I know she does, even if she keeps trying her best to push me away.

The two of us stand there staring at each other silently, within touching distance, both of us thinking the same damn thing.

“I wish there was a way to thank you,” I start. “But all I can think about is that I want to kiss you.”

“But kissing leads to fucking.”

“I know.”

“I think…I still owe you a blowjob.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” I tell her honestly.

“Yes, I do,” she says before she jumps me. I barely keep us upright as her tongue prods mine. I expect her to wrap her legs around my waist. Instead, her fingers slip between our bodies to undo my pants.

She drops to her knees a moment later.

“Jesus, Cassie. If this is…” My dick is quickly freed from my boxer briefs. “If this is some sort of payback or… apology…” Oh, she’s stroking me in her snug fist so good while staring at the appendage like she missed it even though it hasn’t been an entire day since it was inside of her. “It’s completely un…ah…necessary.” Her hot, wet tongue swipes over my head. “It’s necessary,” I groan when I watch my cock part her lips. Grabbing the back of her head, fisting her hair, I tell her, “Don’t you ever fucking stop.”

There’s no teasing me with her mouth. Cass sucks, and sucks some more, taking me down her throat while looking up at me. Her eyes are unfocused, turned on, as she bobs her head faster. And when she closes her eyes on a moan, I’m deceased.

Her right hand slips between her legs, not even going down into her black dress pants, just rubbing the seam between her legs like she’s already close.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” I tell her. Her suction increases and I beg whatever god is listening to never let it end.

But, of course, it does.

“I’m…I’m coming,” I warn Cass a second before my dick jerks in her throat. She looks up at me and moans again like my cum tastes better than anything else in this fucking world.

Fuck, I had forgotten how much I loved her mouth.

After the tremors subside, Cass remains kneeling, licking me clean like my dick is a spoon and she wants to get every drop of ice cream off of it. When she pulls her mouth off of me, I ask her, “Why, Cassie?”

She starts tucking my dick away in my pants, zipping them up. “Why did I suck your dick? I owed you one, and I thought you would enjoy it, obviously.”

“Cassie,” I say with a happy sigh. “Why? Why did you…kill her?” Why did you walk away from me last night, is what I want to ask.

“I figured you were too much of a pussy to kill her.”

“I’ve killed two men in the past week!”

Getting to her feet, she swipes her manicured fingers over her lips and chin, then levels me with a glare. “That was different. You had a…relationship with that woman.”

“It was just sex. Scripted sex.”

“And that’s why I wanted to kill her,” she says triumphantly. “She wouldn’t have ever stopped extorting you and you know it.”

“I do,” I agree. “Good riddance. Doubt anyone will miss her crazy ass either.”

“If your mom had known about her extorting you, she would’ve done the same.”

“I don’t know. Fuck, maybe so,” I reply softly. “I don’t want Mom to ever find out about the pornos.”

I know my mother loves me enough to kill to stop someone from screwing me over, even if she found out I had sex with them for cameras.

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