Page 23 of Forbidden Deviant Games

I can hear just how wet she is between her legs. Every time she shifts, every time she moves—it’s quiet, but there. I want to taste it, and if she’s being so very needy at this time—all of her previous hatred of me erased in the shadow of her nightmare—why not?I think.Why can’t I?After all, this is what it means to be mine. She wanted this. Pleaded for this. Why shouldn’t I take advantage? She gets what she needs and … I can finally get a little piece of her nirvana.

Moving back, I keep my eyes steady on hers even as her arms fall away, and I slowly scoot towards the end of the bed, bringing her with me. Haley’s dark lashes flutter against her cheekbones and her chest rises and falls rapidly as I push her upper body down and then lift first one leg over my shoulder and then the other before sliding forward once more, right against the place I’ve been dying to touch since the moment I first laid eyes on her.

I should’ve done whatever I could the second she walked into Club Outsider to get her in this position. Under me with my mouth inches from what I know will be the most delicious pussy I’ve ever tasted.

Maybe she hated me at first sight, but I haven’t felt anything but lust towards her. Lust and maybe … fear. Because a woman like Haley Montgomery isn’t the type of woman you just fuck and leave. She’s the type you lock down. Eastpoint style.

Her little panties have to go. If I have anything to say about it, she’ll never wear them again. I hook my fingers into the fabric clinging to her hip bones on either side, looking back up at her as I tug them down. She lifts her legs on her own, and once I have them completely off, her thighs return to their rightful place next to my ears.

Fuck, she’s beautiful. All wet pinkness and soft flesh. Juicy, like a ripe peach ready to be consumed. My mouth waters, and I use my thumbs to spread her open ever so slightly.

A soft, wanting noise erupts from her throat and her hands come down against my head, her fingers moving through the strands of my hair, nails scraping slightly. “Fuck,” I mutter more to myself than to her. “You’re fucking soaked, aren’t you, baby?” She’s drenching my sheets and my fingers just like a good girl should.

Just one taste,I think, leaning into her, breathing in her scent.

One taste isn’t going to be enough,I realize the second my lips meet her pussy. I spear my tongue into her, lapping up her juice, letting it run down the back of my throat.She’s heaven on my fucking tongue. The fruit of the damn gods.

I bury my whole face against her, lapping at her, trying to get as much of it into my mouth, on my tongue, down my throat as possible. I want it all.Mine. The caveman thought pours through me as I fuck her with my tongue and devour her pussy like a man crazed.Mine. Mine. Fucking Mine!

Haley’s lips part above and she cries out as I feast upon her. Little moans and gasps of pleasure fill my ears. The thighs against my face begin to tremble, the first sign that she’s about to come. I keep going, moving until I can slide a finger right through her wetness and into her open pussy. It’s like a lovely flower, blossoming just for me.

She’s tight as I slide inside, fucking her now with both my tongue and finger. The proof of her arousal drips from my chin down onto the sheets below. I don’t care. I don’t plan on stopping until she’s come all over my face.

“Viks!” Her legs are restless, moving against me, lifting and falling as she squirms under my ministrations. Her ankles cross and uncross against my back.

More. I need more of her. I pound her little dripping pussy, adding another finger and then another as her pussy clamps down harder and her cries reach a new pitch.

She screams out as a fresh gush of wetness hits my mouth and I drink—swallowing all of her as she gasps and pants and sobs through her release. This is only the beginning.

After she seems to come back to herself, her legs flopping down in exhaustion, I lift up over her and grab the hem of the shirt I let her sleep in. A stupid idea on my part. I was so very stupid hours ago when I thought this wouldn’t happen. When I thought I could keep my hands to myself. I should have known better.

I don’t even bother to pull it off of her, instead, I rip it straight up from the bottom, parting the fabric all the way to her throat and then I slip either side away, revealing her breasts. Soft, round, pink tipped perfection. My eyes light on her as she gazes up at me. The expression on her face is anything but apprehensive.

My attention falls to her throat and I grit my teeth at the dark stain there. He should have never gotten that close. Not to her. My hand grazes the side of her throat and down lower. She’s got more bruises on her upper arms and some smaller, finger-sized ones around one breast. Anger rockets through me, red hot and violent.

“What are you waiting for, Viks?” Her question pulls me back, reminding me that I’m not supposed to be thinking about that fucker. The whole of my attention should be on this, on her.

“Permission,” I say, offering the half lie as my eyes fall back to the small of her stomach and her wet pussy for a brief moment before I come down hard on top of her, pressing the evidence of my own arousal against her little belly and rubbing. It’s only a half lie because I do want her consent, but at the same time, I’m ready and willing to take what I want. “Give it to me,” I command. “Tell me who you belong to. I want to hear you say it.”

Her lips press together. “Do we have to do it like that?” she asks. “Can’t you just…” Her words trail off as she spreads her legs and her hands move down, one of her fingers circling slowly over her clit.

I grasp her wrist, pulling her hand away and then pressing it down to the mattress above her head. “Yes,” I growl. “Say it or you won’t get any more. You wanted me to fuck you? Then admit it. Whose pussy is this?” I let my own hand travel down the flat of her stomach, straight to the place I know she still aches.

“Mine,” she gasps as I hover just there—right above her needy clit. “I’m just letting you borrow it.”

I shake my head. “Wrong answer,” I say. “Try again.”

Haley clenches her teeth and looks up at me, eyes wavering with barely suppressed need and desire. Desire, I’m sure, is reflected in my own gaze. Doesn’t matter, though. I know what I need to hear before we cross this line. She needs to admit it. The truth that both of us have known for so long. We’ve been straddling the line between love and hate for so long, I’m not sure if we haven’t crossed the line already.

“Stop being so scared, sweetheart,” I whisper into the darkness of the bedroom. “And tell me what you already know.”

Haley’s pretty blues disappear as she closes her eyes for a brief moment. When they reopen, there’s a sturdiness in her gaze, a resolute understanding. Her breath is louder than her words, but I hear it. “You want me to admit it, Viks?” Her cheeks are flushed, eyes heated. “Fine,” she says. “I want it. I want you. You want me to be yours, okay. I’m yours. Now …fuck me.”

Her wish is my command. I release her arm, settle my hands on her hips and lift her into my lap as I jerk down the waistband of my basketball shorts. My cock stands tall and proud, and for the briefest of moments, I consider using a condom. But this is Haley—Haley Montgomery—the only woman who’s ever looked me dead in the eye and flat out admitted her hatred … and her need. She deserves it raw. She deserves it fucking good.

I press the head of my dick towards her opening and push forward, flexing my hips and rotating them. She whimpers, her nails sinking into my forearms even as her legs spread wider.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I praise her. “You’re doing real good. Taking my cock so fucking well.”

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