Page 138 of Fake Game

He pulls away, eyes darkening as his hand rests on mine, and he pumps us together along his length. “You want to suck this cock? Then beg me for it.”

“Please,” I breathe, slipping off the seat and onto my knees. “Please let me suck your cock.”

I fumble a little in the dark, working to get his jeans unbuttoned. My fingers close around the band of his briefs, pulling his cock free. His hands close around his length, and he looks at me as he pumps himself.

“Open your mouth.”

My lips part, and he guides himself into my mouth. The tip of his cock hits my tongue, and I taste that salty bead of precum, my eyes lighting up.

“Now, suck.”

I close my lips around him, letting my tongue mold against his dick as I suck. My cheeks hollow out and I look up at him, watching his reactions as I begin to bob. I move one of my hands to his base, twisting it in motion with my mouth. Jackson’s brows crease and he threads a hand through my hair, gripping it lightly. A thrill shoots through me as his force increases, and he uses me to pump a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck my face.

“Such a good little cocksucker, aren’t you?” His deep voice courses through my blood.

Jackson’s hips buck up, and it pushes his cock even farther down my throat, causing my gag reflex to kick in. But I refuse to stop, eager to please him. His grip around my head tightens as I choke, taking him deeper and deeper with every bob of my head. Tears begin to bead and then fall free, trailing across my cheek.

“Look at those pretty tears slipping down your whore face as you choke on my cock.”

I’ve been with some men before who used degradation, but none like Jackson. The way he utters those words has my pussy clenching and aching, desperation leaking free.

I work faster, suck harder, not caring about the sloppy noises that only seem to spur him on. He lets out another groan, his hips lifting again, and I move my hand to cup his balls, giving them a light squeeze.

“I’m about to come.”

His words fill me with satisfaction, and I swirl my tongue, letting him thrust against me until he groans. He lets his grip loosen just enough so I don’t totally choke, his hot cum shooting down my throat. “Fuck,” he breathes, pulling back to look at me. And the post-orgasmic adoration in his eyes as he swipes a thumb across my cheek to clear my tears has my heart skipping a beat.

He tucks himself back away and guides me onto my seat. I squirm a little, clenching my thighs together at the tingling that won’t go away. Jackson rests his hand on my thigh, his fingers squeezing in a way that only exasperates the sensation.

“If you can wait, I have a gift for you later.”

“Gift?” I tilt my head.

“Yes. The fun kind.” There’s a dark promise in the way he raises his brows and smirks, and I can’t help my curiosity.

“I can wait.”

“Are you sure?” His fingers trail higher.

“Yes,” I hiss, trying to ignore the way I want to shift my hips so his fingers can give me some relief.

“Good.” He removes his hand, and I’m both grateful and woeful for its loss. Jackson tugs me closer, nestling me against his chest. “I can’t wait to see how pretty you’ll look.”

The words themselves sound innocent enough, but the wicked gleam in his eyes vows depravity.

THIRTY-EIGHT

JACKSON

Ipush her against the wall of the elevator, diving into her sweet kiss. A guy could get drunk off the taste of her.

The doors open to the penthouse, and I pull back, raising one finger to my lips as I grasp her hand with my other. None of the main lights are on in the apartment, and I can’t hear anything coming from either of the guys’ rooms.

“Come on.” I tug her along with me as we quickly slip through the quiet to my bedroom.

I take the time to make sure my door is locked before spinning to face Deer, my hunger growing with every second.

“Ready for your gift?”

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