Page 49 of Devious Gambit

I reached for my meal, dropped a clump on her tits and ate it off. She thought that was a great idea and dropped some pasta and sauce on my stomach and licked it off. Before long, we covered in green sauce smelling like basil and horny again.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I instructed. Like a good student, she obeyed, and I got to see her damn nice ass. I could look at an ass like that all day. “This is the doggie.”

“I saw pictures of this online.”

“You’ve been studying positions?”

“Yes.”

“Any that you would like to try?” I asked, slipping a condom over my cock.

“All of them.”

“Your wish is my command.”

My balls slapped against her butt cheeks as I thrust wildly. I was so turned on, I thought I was going to cum prematurely. Definitely, up there as one of my favorite fucks as she rammed her butt against my cock. I struggled to hold back from ejaculating as I increased the pace, harder and faster, and Rhys stepped up her rhythm. We were rhythmically fuck-dancing and it was great.

“Do you like this position?” I asked her in between grunts and moans as I hammered into her, my hands resting on her hips, my eyes glued to her ass.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. She cried out as her pussy contracted onto my cock, followed by the release. I ejaculated into the condom and pulled out of her. I came. She came. Job done.

After disposing of the condom, I crawled back into bed and we lay there naked watching TV while drinking the rest of the beer.

“It’s nice to be somewhere where ‘football’ isn’t every second word,” I mumbled, trying to figure out what was playing on the TV. Another Regency drama, but different than the last one. There was no response, so I glanced at her face and she was wearing that dreamy look again, likely in her little cotton candy land. I felt a surge of fondness for her that I quickly swallowed back with several gulps of beer.

“That was a great fuck,” she sighed.

I let out an exaggerated gasp. “Whaaaat? Did you just say ‘fuck’?”

“I felt the moment called for it.”

I seized her face in my hands and kissed her forehead, cheeks, lips, chin enjoying her giggles as I peppered her. Yep, I definitely had her under my spell.

Immediately, I pulled back once I realized I’d gone too far. Fucking was one thing, but being affectionate was something else. I’d momentarily lost myself and she likely noticed when I turned cold. To distance myself from her I scrolled through Tiktok posts on my phone. There were two reasons why I didn’t leave at that moment. One. I had one more condom left. Two. I still had to convince her to book a visit with her father for next week.

The night was still young. I had time.

TWENTY

Rhys

I turned my back on him and pretended to sleep when he lost interest in me, preferring to watch videos on his phone. That lasted about an hour, until something changed in him. I heard a notification from a message and whatever it said spurred him on. He swore under his breath and tossed his phone aside, moments later his hand was on my thigh and he was asking if he could read me poetry.

“No,” I snapped. “I’m fine.”

“Are you pissed off with me?” he asked in that smooth deep voice, slightly amused.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

I was about to scold him for turning weird on me, but changed my tune. I felt he was up to something and I could play that game too. “Because you won’t help me.”

“Huh? With what?”

“Helping find out who those men were that hurt that girl.”

He groaned. “C’mon, Rhys.”

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