Page 25 of Vicious Little Games

“Spending time with a friend from high school. Why? Have you missed humping on my dick?”

“No,” she huffs, then she finally tips her head back to stare up at me. “I’ve only missed trying to kill you.” Her pale green eyes look dead serious. At least until they lower to my bare chest and arms, then my abs before eying my erection jutting out my pajama pants. When they lift again to mine, there’s less murder and more lust filling them. “Well?”

Lifting an eyebrow, I ask, “Well, what?”

“What do you want?” Her breasts move up and down faster, as if she’s breathing a little harder.

“What do I want?” I repeat.

“What do you want to not tell my father about Matt and Lowell?”

“Oh, you don't want Dante to know that you suck his guard’s dick in the pantry at midnight or fuck them in your bedroom?” Cass glares at me but she doesn't respond. “How desperate are you, cocktease?”

Through clenched teeth, she says softly, “I should just let you be a fucking narc.”

“He'll kill them without a second thought.”

“I know,” she says simply.

“Wow. You are a ruthless little bitch,” I tell her. “And I'm going to enjoy fucking your filthy mouth whenever I want in exchange for keeping your secret.”

Her eyes lower again to my bulge and she doesn’t respond for a long moment. Eventually, she says, “Brave of you to even think about trying to fuck my mouth knowing that I could easily bite a great big chunk out of your dick.”

“Mmm,” I murmur while retrieving my phone from my pocket, then adding the best photo, the first one with the greatest look of surprise on the guard’s face, to a new text message to Dante. I show her a quick glimpse of the screen. “The slightest scrape of your teeth and I hit send on this message to Daddy, followed by the text log with Lowell.”

“I told you that I don't give a shit if my father kills them.”

Well, that’s disappointing. I really wanted to come down her throat. Here’s hoping she’s bluffing because I’m not.

“Then I should just go ahead and hit send now before the asshole even gets out of the casino?”

Before my thumb can move, Cass groans and scrubs both of her palms down her face. “Wait.”

Hell, yes.

She might be cold as hell, but at least she still has some semblance of a heart.

“Take my cock out of my pants,” I instruct her, keeping my phone in my hand, ready to get down to it. I've been hard ever since I imagined what she was doing with that asshole in the pantry. The reality is even better than my imagination. And Cass's tits are much more beautiful in person. And bigger. So much bigger. More than a handful. The kind that are the perfect size for running my cock in between the two mountains. But that won't feel nearly as good as her hot little slut mouth sliding up and down my dick.

“Take my dick out,” I repeat. “Treat it like it's your favorite dick when you put it in your mouth. And then you’re going to moan like you love the taste of my cum more than anything else in the world when you swallow it.”

“I hate you,” she whispers at the same time her hands reach up for the elastic waistband of my pajama pants.

“Right back at you,” I grit out when she’s not the least bit gentle jerking the pants down over my shaft or fisting my dick when it's finally free. Her grip is...tight, rough, and oh so good.

“Put me in your mouth, now,” I tell her when she just stares at it and squeezes. Her eyes roll up to mine. Without looking at my shaft, her lips part wide, then stretch even more when she guides the head of my big, fat cock over her warm wet tongue.

“Fuck me to hell and back,” I groan to the ceiling when she applies suction.

Her enthusiasm grows from that point on, taking me oh so deep, bobbing her head faster and faster like sucking cock is literally her favorite thing ever while her fingers lower between her legs again to play with herself.

I'm jealous of all the other dicks that came before mine and all the guards who know how good Cass is at giving blow jobs. She's obviously done this plenty of times before to be so amazing at it. Even when she reaches down to squeeze the shit out of my balls, the edge of pain only makes the experience that much better.

“God, yes.”

Finally able to command my body again, I reach down and grasp the back of her head to bring it forward, setting the pace. Her eyes stay locked on mine while I have to fight to keep them open so I can watch my dick slide in and out of her stretched lips. There’s murder in them again, but she keeps sucking me down. I slam down her throat faster, harder, until tears leak from her eyes and, surprisingly enough, her nose nearly touches my pelvis. Her mouth is my new heaven, and even her grabbing my balls in a vice grip can't stop me from coming much longer.

“Oh, god. Swallow every drop like a good little slut,” I warn her a second before I explode down her throat.

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