Page 92 of Fake Game

My breath hitches, images of just that flashing through my mind.

He pulls back and smirks. “Is that what you would like, my dear Deer? Would you like to be completely at my mercy, tied up with those fuckable tits and pretty pussy on display for me to do whatever I want with? Would you like to submit yourself to me so I can fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before?”

My core tightens, his dirty words turning my insides to liquid.

Jackson releases one of his arms from caging me in and presses his thumb against my lower lip, pushing it down. “Just think how pretty this mouth would look with a gag in it.”

I’ve tried many things before, even had a girl who used to love using handcuffs when we fucked, but never anything like what he is suggesting. I’ve definitely watched pornos with Shibari, but this would be experiencing it firsthand—and fuck me if he didn’t make me want that.

The idea of submitting to him, of giving him control, glows over my skin. My mind is always racing at a mile a minute, everything in my life is so highly curated. I would love to be able to just shut off and give my body over to him.

My thighs clench at the idea of him controlling me with those degrading words.

Fuck it.

I dip my head, taking his thumb in my mouth and sucking hard.

Jackson’s eyes flash with surprise.

I grin. “Don’t tell me you’re all talk?”

“You better watch that mouth of yours.”

“I think you’d be pretty impressed with what this mouth can do.”

Then, without giving him time to back out, I surge forward, claiming his mouth with mine. His lips are softer than I imagined they would be, almost like a girl’s.

He doesn’t immediately kiss me back, and I suddenly worry that he actuallywasall talk.

Shit. Did I just screw this all up?

“Dammit, Deer,” he groans against me.

Jackson’s hand curls around the nape of my neck, pulling me toward him, deepening our kiss. My hands circle around his neck, and I kiss him like my life depends on it. Every breath I breathe gets lost in him, and I become dizzy, lost to the spell he seems to have me under.

My knees splay open, making room for Jackson to press himself closer. I slide farther down the headboard, almost horizontal on the mattress now. Jackson drops the arm that’s been clinging above us, but I still feel completely surrounded by him.

His tongue swipes against my lips, and I open up to let him in, allowing his taste to mingle with my own.

That free hand of his begins exploring, trailing down the side of my body. I feel the heat of his fingers through the thin fabric of my T-shirt. He reaches the edge, and I let out a moan as his hand dips underneath. His palm caresses my ribs, but there is no mistaking the feeling of his thumb skimming the bottom of my breast.

“This okay?”

“Yeah,” I nod like a damn bobblehead.

“Hell, Deer.” His hand comes up to squeeze my boob, and my back arches off the bed as I yearn for more. “I’ve dreamed about fucking these incredible tits.”

“You should try the real thing.”

He pulls back, grinning at me. “Such a dirty girl.” His fingers find my nipple, and he gives it a roll before pulling with just enough force to elicit a short gasp. “I wonder if you’ll make that same face when you’re full of my cock.”

I don’t know who I was fooling.

I should’ve known a man like Jackson could ruin me with just his words.

My ankles hook around the backs of his knees, and I use my arms to pull him back down to me, desperate for another taste. I lose myself to the tangle of our lips, letting everything else slip away until all that’s left is the feel of him.

I let one of my hands loose and rake my nails down his back, pressing the tips of my claws hard enough to elicit a deep groan from Jackson’s lips. His hips jerk forward in response, and my eyes pop open when I feel the hard press of his length.

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