Page 48 of Wicked Games

I lean back, but I don’t stop rubbing her clit. I watch her, caught in my web, until the sensation beats out her concern.

She gasps, the orgasm rolling through her. Her muscles clamp around my cock, and I groan through my teeth. I manually lift her and slam her down, only a few more times, and finally let go.

There’s nothing better than coming inside her.

I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom before. It was drilled into me that pregnant girlfriends would not be tolerated. No heir to the Asher fortune would have a child out of wedlock and embarrass the entire family.

So, yeah. Condoms. Girls on birth control or plan B just in case.

I don’t know if Margo’s on birth control—and frankly, I don’t give a shit.

All I know is I’m never putting on one of those things again if it’s Margo I’m seating myself inside.

I pat her thigh, and she slowly climbs off of me. She throws herself back into her seat and reaches for her panties.

“Do you have any napkins?” Her hand goes to the glove box.

I stop her. “No.”

“No?” she echoes.

“No. I expect you to walk into school with my cum between your legs.” I stuff my cock back into my pants, zipping up. “Do you think your panties will contain it? Or will it slowly drip down your thighs during the day?”

Her face flushes.

I flip her skirt up. She spreads her legs, and I smile. It’s already oozing out, smearing across the insides of her thighs and getting on the leather seat.

Excellent.

I toss the panties at her. “If you go to the bathroom, you have to tell me so we can fix it.”

She eyes me. “Fix it?”

I smirk, suddenly set on this new version of the game. “Yeah.Fixit. Do you promise? Either that or I’ll have someone follow you around school all day.”

“Fine,” she bites out.

Glorious.

All that, and she seems to have forgotten about my wince.

The last thing she needs to know about is my uncle.

Chapter 13

Margo

We narrowly avoid the police cruiser. Which is an odd thing to say, but Caleb motions behind us just as we’re turning onto a different street, heading toward school. I spot the cop turning into the lakeside parking lot, and then we’re out of sight.

We’re only mildly late to school. Caleb and I get slips from the office and head into first period, and I try to ignore the hush that falls over the students.

Coming in late? Sure.

Coming in latewith Caleb?Not good.

As soon as Mrs. Stonewater’s back is turned, whispers break out. I hunch lower, way too aware of the wetness between my legs. I want to bolt to the nearest bathroom and scrub myself, but the damage is done. My panties won’t magically dry either, unless I hold them under the weak blowers…

Wouldn’t that be fun to explain if someone walked in?

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