Page 111 of Fake Game

I fist my dick again. “Is this what you want, baby?”

“Give it to me,” she nods, reaching up to knead both her breasts.

I make quick work taking off my pants and briefs, my cock springing free. Deer’s lids become hooded as I run my hand over the tip, giving it a quick pump.

“I’m going to fuck those tits, and then I’m going to cover that pretty face with my cum.” I swirl the bead of precum over my tip. “Gotta lube up first, though.”

“Oh, I don’t hav—” She sucks in a breath as I reach down and run my hand over her pussy, taking her release and using it to coat my dick. I groan at how good that feels.

So fucking dirty.

So fucking hot.

I swipe through her again, teasing her swollen clit.

“Jackson,” she twitches, legs clenching.

Fuck, I love hearing my name pass through her lips.

“Lie back for me.”

Obedient as ever, she lies flat on the mattress and grabs her tits, pressing them together.

I straddle her, gripping the headboard with one hand and guiding my cock between her breasts with the other. I curse under my breath. Her wetness makes it easy for me to slide and begin pumping.

After everything we’ve done this morning and spending all night next to her, I’m hanging on by mere threads.

“Massage them while you squeeze,” I instruct.

“Like this?”

She starts kneading her breasts as she squeezes them.

“Just like that,” I groan, throwing my head back as I continue to rut into her.

Without me even having to tell her, she angles her chin to her chest and opens her lips so the tip of my cock hits her warm mouth. I look down to watch the way I move between her tits, mesmerized by the view. And when I push my cock a little farther so she can suck on the head before it pops back out, I lose it. The dual sensations have my balls tightening, and I know I only have a few seconds.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.”

Deer squeezes her eyes shut but opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out, and just that pushes me over the edge, white hot cum covering her chest and mouth, like a pretty fucking picture. I’m going to burn this image in my mind and file it for later.

I reach down and swipe some of the cum off her chest and drag it along her tongue. Her eyes pop open and, like a good girl, she closes her lips around my fingers and sucks, sending a latent jolt to my spent cock.

“It’s like you were made for me.”

She laughs, that twinkle that does something to my insides, twisting them all gooey. I turn to stare at her, taking in that raw beauty.

I flop onto the bed next to her. “Just give me a second and I’ll clean you up.”

“Mm, take your time. I like having you on me.”

“Fuck, baby.” I use the last of my strength to turn on my side and place a deep kiss on her lips, drinking the taste of myself on her tongue.

Knock. Knock.

Our eyes pop open, alarm mirrored as we turn to look in the direction of the door.

“Was that—”

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