Page 60 of Lethal Game

He began to lick and suck one of her nipples while he circled her clitoris with one thumb.

The sensations were electric and were winding her up even tighter than before.

When he replaced his thumb with one finger and began shallowly penetrating her, she thought she was going to come off the bed. “OhGod, that feels so good.”

He hummed, sucked hard on her nipple while fucking her with his index finger.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” He had her wavering on the edge of an explosion she wasn’t sure she was going to survive.

He hooked his finger inside her, rubbing a spot that might as well haveblast offwritten all over it.

She stuffed her forearm in her mouth and screamed as the pleasure rocketed through her in waves lighting up every nerve ending and neuron. It seemed to last forever, but finally her body calmed and she opened her eyes.

Con was leisurely playing with her breasts, toying with one with his fingers while his mouth continued to drive her a little crazy on the other.

She looked down his body toward his crotch and found an impressive erection. “Con,” she breathed.

“Feel better, sweetheart?”

“Yes.” She arched her back to press her breasts up and into his hold.

“So responsive,” he whispered.

He seemed occupied, so she sent one hand toward the bulge in his pants, cupping him, learning his shape and size.

He hissed and thrust himself into her palm.

She tried to undo his pants, but he grabbed her hands and pinned them to the bed. “Not yet, sweetheart. We’ll get there.”

She smiled and pulled out something she’d read about in one of her books and always wanted to try. “What about my breasts? You like them, don’t you? Wouldn’t you like to fuck them?”

His gaze dropped to her breasts and he groaned, “Holy fucking shit.”

“Please?” she asked. “I want you to.”

“So do I.” He gritted his teeth and let go of her. “Don’t move.”

She nodded and watched as he pulled away to remove his pants and underwear.

His cock was big. Bigger than she thought it might be. Thick with veins running down the side and bottom of it. It curved up, pointing toward the ceiling.

He grabbed something from the bathroom and returned with a bottle of something he squirted on his hands.

Then he was rubbing the lotion down the center of her chest. His gaze met her curious one. “Are you sure you want—”

She grabbed his cock again in a gentle grip. “Yes, I want.” She stroked him.

“Fuck.”He pulled her hand away, grabbed the other hand, and set them on either side of her breasts, showing her how hard to push them together. Then he fit his cock in the space between her breasts and pumped once, twice. “Fuck me, sweetheart.”

She watched his cock slide between her breasts and found she received pleasure from this too. She pressed her breasts together a little harder and was rewarded with a low groan from Con.

He slid his penis back and forth in a slow, leisurely pace that made her hungry for more speed. But maybe she could taste pleasure a different way. As his cock thrust upward toward her face, she flicked out with her tongue and swiped the crest of his penis.

He groaned, so she did it again. And again. He began thrusting faster and she found herself mesmerized as his arms began to shake. He threw his head back as he came.

His head fell forward and his eyes opened to stare at her like he wasn’t sure what just happened.

“Could I give you a blow job next time?” she asked. Bringing him to orgasm was a heady experience. There was an equally intense pleasure in seeing him lose himself to orgasm as there was when he brought her to her peak.

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