Page 36 of Lethal Game

Her teeth clenched together. “An orgasm, one I don’t give myself.” She ground herself down on his thigh.

He grinned and leaned down to suck at her earlobe, then whispered in her ear. “How do you do it? Do you fuck yourself with your fingers or do you have a toy?”

“Both,” she hissed as she rubbed herself against his thigh. “But it’s not enough. I want you, but I don’t have any condoms.”

He wanted her—fuck, he craved her—but if he took her, could he let her go? He couldn’t just take her and then leave. She trusted him. He had to draw the line somewhere, no matter how much it was going to kill him. He gave her breast more attention and she arched into his hand. “You don’t need to have intercourse to have an orgasm.”

She frowned at him. “I really want...penetration.”

That one word had him ready to show her how it was done, but he couldn’t do it, not when he was lying to her about why he really wanted on her team. He was an asshole, but he wasn’t a complete douche. He could still give her what she wanted, though maybe not the way she expected. He turned them so it was his back against the wall, then he spun her around so her back was plastered his front. He played with one breast, molding it and teasing the nipple. “Rock your ass back and give my cock a taste of you.”

She didn’t answer with words, just followed his order and moaned as that beautiful, plump ass pressed and stroked against the biggest boner he’d ever had in his life.

“Open your pants,” he whispered in her ear.

As she did it, he kept teasing her breasts, first one, then the other, while his other hand spanned her lower belly. “Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes,” she moaned, rubbing her ass over his erection. Her hands reached behind her to touch him. There was no finesse, just fingers seeking him out, her palms massaging his hips.

“Hold on.” He stopped her as she went for his dick, even though he seriously didn’t want to. “Let’s focus on you for right now.”

“I don’t want to stop.” Her voice shook and she rocked back harder. “Please. Tell me what to do.”

She was killing him. He was going to die, right here. He ground his dick against her ass one last time before putting his palm over her mound and stroking her through her underwear until she whimpered and pushed back. He dropped another kiss on her neck before whispering, “Put my hand down your panties.”

Chapter Seven

Sophia couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but imagine what he might do. Her whole body shivered and if he hadn’t been holding her up, she’d have collapsed at his feet. His order incited an explicit fantasy in her head and she had to know if this could be as good as what she was imagining. She took him by the wrist and pulled his hand downward.

She tugged his hand down until his fingers grazed her clitoris. His touch triggered a cascade of sensation, pleasure like she’d never known and a need that continued to build.

He took over, exploring her. His fingers slipped between the folds of her sex easily, and she jumped when he circled her clitoris with one finger.

Wow.

She bucked and writhed against him. Oh,sogood.

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