Page 28 of Vicious Little Games

I expect him to abandon his mission of licking my pussy to climb up on the bed and do it right then. But thankfully, he ducks his head and his tongue flicks over my clit again. His dark green eyes lift to mine, watching me, making sure he keeps up the pleasure bordering on pain. It feels so good, so overwhelming.

When I’m right there at the edge of an orgasm, his tongue lowers to prod my dripping wet core.

“Watermelon,” it sounds like he murmurs against my flesh. “Your pussy may not taste like it…but it sure does gush like one.”

“Screw you,” I tell him between pants. “Keep…keep licking my clit.”

Of course, he doesn’t do as he’s told.

No, his tongue is replaced with a finger that runs around the outside of my pussy before shoving inside, making me gasp.

“Hotter than an oven. Slick as sin.” He adds a second finger and we both groan at the invasion. “And so much tighter than I hoped you would be. But not for long…”

“I’m not a virgin,” I blurt out before shoving my fist back inside my mouth.

“Do you think I care?” He chuckles darkly, then tells me, “I was going to fuck you tonight either way.”

“Clit. Now!” I demand.

When he chuckles again, his warm breath floats over my sensitive flesh. Finally, the tip of his amazing tongue flicks rapidly over my clit again while his two fingers thrust in and out of me, filling me, stretching me, taking me higher and higher.

When I finally shatter apart, I come so hard my teeth nearly draw blood from my fist.

The next thing I know, Cole is on his feet again, hovering over me at the foot of the bed. His pants are gone, and he's stroking his long hard dick before rubbing the head through my wet folds and clit that are still sensitive. I throw my head back on another muffled moan around my fist.

“So damn wet and hot,” he groans as he keeps rubbing.

I lift my hips, gripping the covers next to me in my free hand, trying to angle my pussy for him to enter me. He does, at least I feel the first few inches of his dick penetrate me once, twice. On the third thrust, he groans and pulls back. I open my eyes just in time to see cum pulsing and dripping over his knuckles and onto my pussy as he strokes himself in a mad rush. His head is tipped back, jaw clenched tight as he rides out the pleasure, just like he did last night.

When his fist slows and his eyes lower back to me, I can't help my giggle, still riding the aftereffects of the happy endorphins. “That was...fast.”

Cole’s cheeks redden with what looks like embarrassment before the usually cocky bastard says, “That was just the warmup.”

“Oh, really?” I ask.

I expect him to tuck his dick away and get the hell out of here like the guards who are on the clock. Instead, Cole leans over me, his mouth covering one of my nipples, sucking, nipping at it before moving to the other side. It feels good, but I'm still yearning for him to fill me. He takes his time, not caring what I want.

When he eventually pulls back, he grabs my waist and flips me over to my stomach like I weigh nothing. Before I finish gasping in surprise, his tongue glides over my pussy, licking up the mess he made, then focusing on my clit until I come on his tongue again.

I'm still recovering from my second most intense orgasm ever when he shoves me further up the bed. His cock then slides all the way inside of me, so deep I cry out before his palm slaps over my mouth. He doesn't give me time to recover or adjust to his girth. His hips begin to pump in and out, slow but deep, making me gasp each and every time his enormous dick bottoms out inside of me.

I'm already on the edge again, about to come, when he leans over my back and whispers in my ear, “You’re going to come all over my cock, aren't you? God, you're so fucking wet and tight. Guess your guards preferred blowjobs to burying their dicks in your cunt.”

I nod and my moan is muffled by his palm. I shouldn't like being controlled in such a way, especially when he wraps my long hair around his other fist, using it like a reign. God, he's big. So big it would hurt like hell if I weren't literally dripping wet. And where did he get the latex from? I didn't hear him open a condom. He must have had it in his pajama pants, so certain that if he broke into my room, I would bend over for him.

And that's exactly what I'm doing. At least I got pleasure in return. A lot of pleasure. Two, no... oh god, three incredible orgasms.

Even after I'm lying spent, sweaty, and recovering on my knees and forearms, Cole keeps fucking me, proving he can last longer than the first time. He even lets my hair go to reach around and rub my clit, getting me off an impossible fourth time before he finally slams deep inside of me one last time. His palm muffles my cry when the sudden swell of his cock erupting has my walls contracting around his shaft again.

“Jesus, Cass,” he mutters when my tremors and his own finally stop. Four and a half freaking orgasms, all of which he was responsible for giving me. “Jesus,” he repeats. His palm slaps my ass, making me gasp before he finally pulls out of me.

I lie there in a puddle of lust, tingles still rippling through my body but especially between my thighs, hating the aching emptiness he left behind.

Cole moves away from me, then he says, “Now we're even.”

After giving my ass one last slap, he walks out of my bedroom as if his world hasn’t been flipped upside down like mine.

Cole

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