Page 110 of Fake Game

I blink down, realizing I must’ve spoken aloud. Jackson looks up at me, and fuck me if the look of him grinning up between my thighs doesn’t almost send me over the edge.

“Next time, I’m going to have to restrain these legs of yours.” His eyes glint with the promise, and then his fingers dip inside me, curling.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry.

“That’s it, baby. Scream for me. Show me how eager my little slut is.”

His other hand continues its ministrations of my clit as he adds another finger inside me, stretching me even further, filling me so completely with him. I can’t stop the gasps that strangle their way out of my throat.

“Yes. Let everyone know how fucking desperate you are for me.”

“Jackson.” I barely get the moan out of my mouth before it’s lost in another gasp.

That coiling building inside me is strangling me, pressing on me and making it hard to even take a full breath. I’ve never felt anything like this before. My hands try to find purchase again, only to drag against the belt binding them. I can’t escape, trapped at his mercy as he keeps pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

And then his fingers hit me just right, pressing that little button that releases the dam, and I tumble, eyes squeezing shut as his name rips from my throat in a crying moan. It feels like the entire well inside my body is emptying as his fingers continue to milk me through the orgasm, like it’s gushing out of me the more he pushes.

“Oh, fuck.” I distantly hear Jackson growl before his fingers pull out, replaced by his mouth.

My body spasms as his tongue licks over my sensitive pussy, and when he nips at my bud, my thighs clamp shut to escape the sensation that is sending me into overdrive.

It’s like my brain is forty thousand feet in the sky, floating with the clouds. Even with how spent I feel, my throat sore and legs a numb mess, I can’t stop myself from saying, “More.”

“What?”

“Jackson, please. Want you.”

THIRTY

JACKSON

“You’re going to kill me, Sparkles,” I groan, palming my dick through my pants.

She grins up at me, high on her orgasm. “Not a bad way to go?”

“Fuck. Look how hard you make me, baby.”

“Then fuck me.”

“Such a dirty mouth on you.” My smirk turns to a sigh. “I don’t have anything, though.”

Because I honestly didn’t come over here last night thinking I was going to fuck her. I didn’t even think I was going to spend the night.

Deer purses her lips

She pushes herself up and leans forward, showing off her cleavage with a grin. “You said I had fuckable tits, right?”

My dick twitches. “Be careful what you say, Deirdre.”

“Offer stands.”

Well, shit, I’m not so self-sacrificing that I’m going to pass that up. Not when I’ve been imagining my dick running through those tits more times than I care to admit over the years.

“Turn around.”

I move behind her and make quick work of the fabric around her wrists, undoing the knot. Her wrists are a little pink butnot bad—should fade in less than an hour. I give them a brief massage before setting her free.

Deer immediately peels off her night shirt, giving me full view of her porn star tits. Those dusty pink nipples stand out against her pale skin, and I just want to run my tongue over them.

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