Page 116 of High Roller

“Yes, Sir. But if it pleases you, you can fuck me bare.”

He’s quiet for a moment. “Are you sure? Because I really want to be buried in your tight little cunt.”

“Please? I’m positive. My last STI panel was two months ago. I’m clean. And I’m on birth control.”

“OK. But if you change your mind, just say so and I’ll use your delicious little mouth.”

Victor slams into me, and I cry out as he smacks against my burning ass.

“Use your fingers on your clit.”

I slide a hand beneath me and find my swollen clit. Just a few swipes of my fingers and I’m dancing on the edge.

“Can I come?” I ask, my voice strained from holding back the wave of pleasure.

“Do it,” he grunts as he fucks me.

I squeeze around him as the orgasm takes hold and with my free hand I grip the comforter on the bed, crying out as the pleasure overwhelms me.

“Good girl.” His voice is tight, and I know he’s close to exploding himself.

“Beg me to fill you up, butterfly.”

“Please, Victor. I want you to come inside of me. Fill me up,” I plead.

“Keep rubbing that clit. Come for me again.”

Then he picks up the pace, squeezing my hips as he fucks me hard and fast. I match his pace with my fingers on my clit, rubbing in furious little circles, and soon I’m exploding again. The world falls away as I hear Victor growl and feel him tense up and together, we lose ourselves and cling to each other as the ultimate pleasure takes over.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Such a good girl.”

Victor eases out of me as we come down, and he grabs a towel from the bathroom to gently clean me up. Then he helps me onto the bed and lays down next to me, pulling me into his arms.

“That was amazing, Grace. Thank you.”

I sigh and try not to drift off to sleep. Victor chuckles and nudges me gently. “No sleeping yet, butterfly. We have to go home soon.”

“Home. I like that.”

Chapter 33

Grace

“Whatarewedoing?”

When Victor came home tonight, he demanded Lili and I meet him in the basement in comfortable clothing.

“I don’t work out, Victor. What are we doing here?”

Victor laughs and points to the center of the gym. We aren’t working out. I’m going to teach both of you some self-defense.

Lili looks at me and back to Victor. “Seems like a good idea to me.”

The idea of sparring with Victor does sound appealing. Especially when he’s in gray sweatpants and a tight black tank top that hugs his muscles.

“Why now?”

He steps toward me and tucks a hand under my chin. “Why does it sound like you’re trying to argue with me, butterfly?”

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