Page 71 of Foolish Games

“God, I hate you,” I grit out, lifting and slamming down onto him.

He groans, his eyes rolling back. “Then stop fucking me like you love me.”

I move up and down his shaft in deep strokes, giving my clit a little pump against his pelvic bone with each pass. The soreness from the night before doesn’t ebb, but the pleasure overrides it as I seek the ending my body craves.

“Love you?” I ask with a scoff. “Never. But I’m beginning to see the appeal of a fuck boy.”

Sebastian sits up and grabs me around the waist. “Hold the headboard,” he growls in my ear. “I’m going to really give it to you now.”

I lean forward and grip the heavy wooden headboard, and he wraps his arm so tight around me I can hardly breathe, slamming me down on him and impaling me with savage blows that bring soft cries from my lips and tears to my eyes.

“You like that?” he taunts. “Only good girls get it gentle. You want to be a bad girl with a boy toy on call, this is how you get fucked.”

He rams into me until I’m almost crying from his roughness. I can barely speak as I release the headboard and shove at his chest. “Let me,” I manage, pushing him flat again.

I take control and seek my own pleasure since he only seems concerned with his today. He grabs my hips, grinding me against his pelvic bone until I’m whimpering and biting down on my lip so I don’t scream. I throw my head back, letting my sleep tousled hair tumble down my back as ride him.

“Fuck,” he grits out suddenly, his hips jerking in a spasm under mine. His cock throbs thick inside me, and I let out an involuntary cry, trying to move off. He grabs me and holds my hips locked with his, grinding up into me as liquid heat fills my core. His hips keep quaking, his cock throbbing more cum into me.

“Let me off,” I cry.

He rolls over, flipping me onto my back, still buried to the hilt inside me. “Sorry,” he says, his eyes dazed and glassy. “You looked so fucking incredible riding me like that, stretched around my cock and taking every inch like you were made for me… I couldn’t hold it.”

“You didn’t pull out.”

“I couldn’t help myself,” he says. “God, Viv, I want to crawl inside you and never leave.”

He presses frantic kisses to my mouth, grinding his hips against mine before drawing back slowly. “Let me finish you,” he says, sliding down my body before I can protest that I need to clean up first.

He runs his hands up the back of my thighs to my knees, then pushes my knees up, resting his weight on them and holding me folded in half while he leans down, flicking his tongue over my swollen clit. I whimper, and he grabs my hands, wrapping them around my knees. “Stay just like that,” he orders, smearing his fingers through my folds before pulling me open with a finger and thumb. “God damn, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Little Miss Perfect with her cunt fucked loose and dripping my cum…”

Before I have time to be embarrassed, he dives in. His tongue assaults my clit with strong, confident strokes while he slides two fingers easily into me, pushing his cum back in with each pass. After a minute, he works another one in, making me gasp and jerk under him. Then he eases one out and presses to my rear entrance.

“Sebastian,” I cry, grabbing handfuls of the sheet under us. “Don’t.”

With a firm push, he sinks one slick finger in. The sensation is new and strange, and I feel so vulnerable I think I might cry. Before I can squirm away, he sinks two fingers back into my pussy.

“Fuck, no, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he growls, then latches onto my clit, sucking hard while his fingers pump into both holes. In seconds, the sensation of all of it at once overwhelms me. I release my knees and grab a pillow, dragging it over my face to muffle the sound as I cry out wordlessly, clenching and pulsing against Sebastian’s fingers and tongue.

My back arches and my hips pump up and down involuntarily as orgasm grips me. Sebastian keeps sucking my overstimulated, swollen clit until I use all my strength to push him away, sure I’m going to scream in pain if he keeps up his assault on the sensitive bud.

“God damn, Viv,” he says. “I think I’m in love. I’ve never gotten hard again this fast in my life.”

Slipping his fingers out of me, he slides up the bed, pulls the pillow off my face, and pushes back into me. I’m still so dazed I can’t even comprehend going again, but he starts pumping hard and fast. All my insecurities suddenly rear up now that I’ve satisfied the hunger inside me, and all I can think about is how my naked body looks in full daylight, how much of me he just saw and used. How wet and sloppy our sex sounds. How I must have smelled.

Chaz was unsure about trying oral, and I was too self-conscious to even think about it—never mind after several rounds of raw sex. We didn’t even have regular sex in broad daylight. I’m a lights-out kind of girl. Or I thought I was before Sebastian put me in the spotlight for his friends.

Hell, I’ve barely ever done any of this, and I’m not ready for any of it, but that doesn’t stop Sebastian from bulldozing right over my objections and having his way with me. He throws my leg over his shoulder and drills me into the bed, fucking me frantically, like a man possessed.

“Sebastian,” I manage, wincing at the tenderness inside me.

“I could fuck you forever, my sexy little whore,” he growls, watching his cock sliding to the hilt inside me with each trust. “Look how well you’re taking me.”

Suddenly, a knock sounds at the door, interrupting my freak out and sending me into a whole new spiral of terror.

“Yo, Viv,” Rob calls. “You on the phone?”

“Y-yes.” I grab for the receiver on the bedside table, like he’s going to call me on the other line. “Get off me,” I mouth to Sebastian, who’s pushed up on his hands but is still buried inside me.

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