Page 68 of Foolish Games

I lay a hand over her mouth and pull back before pushing in even deeper. “Shhh,” I say, pumping my cock just a few inches into her tight flesh, loosening her up before I go deeper. “Don’t want to wake Maddox, do you?”

She pries my hand loose and pushes at my shoulders. “Sebastian,” she hisses. “I said no sex.”

“And then you fucked the shit out of my hand,” I say, giving a little thrust that makes her mouth drop open and her eyes roll back in her head.

“I’m not ready,” she gasps.

“You’re more than ready,” I argue. “You’re soaked. Feel how wet you are.”

I take her hand and move it between us, so she can feel her slick pussy taking me in. She swallows, staring up at me as I slowly push deeper. Her fingers circle my cock, and her eyes go so wide I can see white all around her deep, milk chocolate irises.

The sensation of her fingers on my cock makes my hips jerk involuntarily, giving her another inch.

“You’re too big,” she whimpers, her voice trembling.

“Just relax, Princess,” I say, leaning down to kiss her forehead. I kiss over her eyelids, her cheeks, and plant a little peck on her nose before skimming my lips across hers. “You’re doing great. Want to watch yourself take the last inch?”

She pauses, her eyes shiny with tears, and then nods. I push up on my hands, and she rises onto her elbows, spreading her knees for me and holding aside the soaked fabric of her panties. Together, we watch as I bury myself to the hilt inside her. A loud groan escapes me at the sight of her taking every inch of me, at the sensation of my cock buried balls deep in her snug little cunt.

This time, she covers my mouth, her gaze flying to the door. I don’t care if Maddox walks in with a shotgun right now. She’s mine. I can smell her pussy on her fingers where she was just touching herself, and I pull them into my mouth, sucking and biting, tasting her cunt while my cock is buried in it.

I pull out to the tip and then drive in hard and fast this time, claiming her with one deep thrust. Her head falls back, her mouth open in a gasp.

“Take it,” I growl, slamming into her again. “Take it in your tight little snatch until it’s loose as a whore’s.”

“Oh god,” she moans, lifting her hips to meet mine.

I wrap a hand around her chin and bring her face level again. “Say it,” I order, grinding my pelvic bone against her clit. “Tell me to fuck you like a dirty little whore.”

“Fuck me,” she chokes out on a breath. “Make me your whore.”

My cock throbs hard, and I drive into her so hard she falls back on the bed with a mewling cry. I lean down, latching onto her nipple and sucking hard while I rut into her like an animal, my strokes rough and frantic. I can’t get enough, can’t fuck her hard enough or deep enough or fast enough. All the frustration of this year, of my attraction to my best friend’s sister, and not being able to have her, and her stubborn streak and smart mouth and biting comments, comes pouring out of me as I stab into her bare cunt over and over.

She moans my name, burying a hand in my hair and pulling her panties aside further, giving herself to me. She’s so wet I can hear the sloppy sounds of us fucking, can feel her arousal slicking my balls. Tension coils tight in my groin, but I don’t want it to be over.

I pull out, ignoring her cry of protest, and drag her sideways on her big, soft bed. I hop down, my feet landing silently in the threadbare carpet. Then I flip her over, pull her underwear down, open her thighs, and bury my face in her.

“I’m gonna cum,” she cries.

I give her ass a firm, hard smack. “Not yet,” I order. “I want to feel you cum on my cock this time.”

I thumb her clit, stroking my tongue through her slit a few times, lapping up our combined arousal from between her folds. Then I stand, grab a handful of her hair at the crown of her head, and ram into her as hard as I can. She buries her face in the bed and screams, her body tightening at the new angle, her hands fisting into the comforter. I plow into her, dragging her head back.

“Hold it in,” I growl. “If I can’t be loud, you can’t, either.”

“Harder,” she chokes out.

I brace my feet on the floor and slam into her with bruising force, making the bed scoot an inch with each brutal thrust. The springs squeak rhythmically, adding to the sounds of us fucking—Vivienne’s soft whimpers of pleasure and pain, the sound of my balls slapping her wet pussy, my hips connecting with her ass as I pummel her insides.

“Finger your clit,” I order, and she reaches under, arching her back to let me go deeper as she touches herself.

“Oh god,” she blurts. “I can’t hold on, Sebastian. I’m going to cum.”

“Do it.”

“Pull out,” she gasps.

“No,” I growl back. “You’re going to take every drop of my cum like a filthy little whore.”

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