Page 95 of Vicious Little Games

“You know,” I start. “I can be gentle.”

“I don’t want gentle,” Cass says.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes.”

“So, I should keep hate fucking your brains out?” I ask, bracing for her rejection yet again.

“Yes,” she answers, rather than telling me no, or that we can’t fuck again because I’m her competition.

“Right now?” I ask just to be certain I’m not reading too much into her yes.

“No, Cole. Tomorrow. I’m ready to get some sleep,” she scoffs. “Yes, right now.”

Pulling her neck forward, I press my lips to her smirking ones. When her tongue swipes my lips, wanting me to open them, I ask, “How was your date tonight?”

“Platonic,” she whispers between kisses, which is all I need to hear as I shove my tongue into her mouth, giving her a preview of what I’m about to do to her pussy.

Sliding my hands down her back, I grab her ass and lift her off her feet, taking her to the bed and tossing her down onto it with a bounce.

Peeling my stained shirt over my head, I tell her, “I’m going to lick your pussy, and then I’m going to fuck you at least once. Maybe twice since I want to see your face, but I love watching your amazing ass from behind.”

“Whatever you want,” Cass says as she lifts her dress up, up, up, revealing her incredible body in a matching pair of red lace panties and bra nearly the same color of her hair. “As long as I get there first.”

Hell, I may come just from looking at her.

Grabbing her ankles, I pull her until her ass is on the edge of the bed before kneeling on the floor. “Another thong for the munchkin man?”

“I can’t wear any other type of panties with most of my dresses,” she says, her voice hitching when I begin to lower the offending clothing down her thighs. “So, it’s either a thong or none at all.”

“None at all,” I tell her as I toss her panties over my shoulder. My palms slide up her smooth, ivory legs and part her thighs for my mouth. “Stop wearing panties, and I’ll eat your pussy every time you show me your bare cunt.”

“Deal,” she says followed by a moan when I swipe my tongue through her folds. “I liked…sucking…your cock,” she gasps as I wriggle my tongue inside her dripping wet pussy.

I pull back long enough to tell her, “I’ll let you prove that to me later,” before diving back in.

Each teasing swipe of my tongue after that has Cass whimpering. Her hips buck, trying her best to get me to lick her needy clit. Eventually, she gets tired of me refusing her and grabs my head with both hands to push my entire face between her legs. I hold out my tongue and let the controlling woman rub her pussy up and down on it, guiding it to the exact spot where she wants it. Her hips move faster and faster, as if she’s worried I’ll suddenly withdraw my tongue, denying her the pleasure she needs from me.

God, I love that she needs me, even if it’s only for orgasms.

Several hours later, after I’ve fucked Cass from the back, sideways, and missionary, we lie beside each other sweaty and spent in the quiet room. Our heavy breathing and the air conditioner blowing are the only sounds in the entire penthouse at this time of night.

When Cass eventually leans over the side of the bed searching for her phone, I pop her killer ass with my palm.

“Hey!” she huffs at me over her shoulder.

“My cum hasn’t dried and you’re blowing me off for your phone?”

“I’m not blowing you off. I just wanted to watch your videos again.”

“Goddamn. That’s even worse than abandoning me for your phone,” I tell her as I slap my hand over my eyes.

The mattress settles as she lies back down next to me. “For whatever reason, those videos are the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

At least she’s aroused and not disgusted by the fact that I’m the Masked Motherfucker.

“I do actually have the mask with me,” I admit to her.

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