Page 108 of Sinful Games

"I rode my pillow that night. Wanna see how?"

He nodded slowly, not moving an inch.

With a sultry smile, I repositioned myself over the pillow, savoring the anticipation that pulsed through me. Slowly and sensuously, I began to rock my hips, each movement sending waves of ecstasy through my body. Glancing at him, I saw his eyes dark with hunger, fixed on me with an intensity that made me shiver.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Encouraged by his silent but eager attention, I surrendered to the pleasure, speeding up my movements. With each grind against the pillow, the tension in the room grew, a crackling energy between us. My breasts jiggled with the rhythm of my motions, my tummy contracting with each delicious sensation. My hands gripped the pillow tightly, veins popping.

My pussy was on fire, spreading heat all over my body. My legs shook, barely able to keep up with the intense pleasure. Moans of ecstasy slipped out, mixing with the rustling fabricbeneath me. I was so lost in the moment, grinding against the pillow so hard I felt like I might collapse any second.

“I fantasized about my pillow being your face so many times,” I moaned, eyes closed, and head thrown back, hair cascading down my back. “Way too many times.”

As I kept riding the pillow, I felt him getting closer. I kept my eyes shut and started whispering his name, like a secret prayer. With each whisper, my voice got bolder.

“Oh, Alexsei,” I murmured, the words coming out like a desperate plea. As my orgasm built, I called out his name louder and more urgently. “Oh God,” I gasped, breathlessly.

His hand gripped my throat, sending a rush of excitement through me. I met his intense gaze and gave in to the sensations. As my orgasm hit, a loud moan escaped me, intensified by the heat of his hand on my throat. I collapsed onto my back, feeling spent.

He eased his grip as I sank down, chuckling softly as I looked up at him, my chest heaving with aftershocks. I couldn’t believe I just…

“See,” I panted, “I took care of it.”

He looked down at me, a mix of lust, disbelief, and... admiration on his face. He ran his hand up my calf, knee, and thigh, sending shivers up my arms. Cupping me between my legs, he gently spread them, and I opened up instinctively. His fingers traced up and down my folds. The room was filled with my breathing and soft moans.

His fingers left my body, and I watched as he brought them to his lips. He licked his finger, my juices glistening on it, then sucked it off, eyes locked on mine the whole time.

“Can I share another secret with you?”

He nodded, his hand returning between my legs as he gently circled my swollen clit. My body was so sensitive, everytouch sending waves of pleasure and pain. Gosh, the pain was incredible.

“You’re the only man who’s ever made me want to have sex,” I whispered.

With a raised eyebrow, he trailed his hand from between my legs up to my stomach, leaving a wet trail on my skin. His fingers moved up over my chest, throat, and finally to my lips. I eagerly licked my own juices off his fingers.

“Suck.”

I did, opening my mouth and swirling my tongue around his fingers, sucking hard.

“You’re such a dirty girl, baby,” he murmured, pulling his fingers away and gently holding my chin, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Can I share a secret with you?”

I nodded eagerly.

His finger raced my lips. “I’m in love with you, Caia.”

Chapter

Thirty-Four

“Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.”

?Zora Neale Hurston

Alexsei

I silently cursed Volk as I lugged in the last sack of dog treats he needed for their training. It was absurd, really. Here I was, breaking my back for a bunch of overgrown mutts that Volk treated like fucking royalty. They were practically his kids, each one pampered more than any human child I'd ever seen.

Rolling my eyes, I dumped the sack in the kitchen and collapsed onto a stool, pouring myself a cup of black coffee to drown out the irony of it all. In Volk's world, dogs were kings, and I was just here to fucking serve.

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