Page 79 of Siren's Game

"Don't you fucking dare stop," she says lazily and smacks the back of my head lightly, gasping for breath. "Holy fuck."

"This fuck is anything but holy, Sweetheart," I say and reach to my left blindly. When I find the toy I was searching for, I sit up with a grin, which widens when I realize that she has her eyes closed.

I continue fucking her as I turn on the massage wand. Her eyes shoot open when she hears the buzzing, but I'm already pressing its pulsating head against Kayla's clit. I wonder how many times I can push her over the edge tonight.

"Fuck," she shouts, her hands trying to find anything to hold onto. "Off," she demands and holds her hands in front of my face. I capture one end of the band with my teeth, pulling at it until the ribbon opens and the satin band falls off her wrists. Immediately, her hands dig into the sheets, knuckles white and I hear a ripping sound. But I pay it no mind. I'm too busy drawing those little whines and shaky breaths from her to focus on anything else.

"Coming," she grits out before her whole body tenses again.

"Eyes open," I demand as they flutter shut. I want to look at her, want to see all the emotions building inside her, all the pleasure. "I said open!" I bark when she doesn't listen and finally, I get to look at her chocolate eyes.

"You're a menace," she says, soft like a breath, before her whole body tenses and she comes again with a groan, her pussy convulsing around me, almost making me spill in her. But I bite my lip and take a deep breath to stop myself. I'm not done yet.

Her eyes fall closed, her whole body tense, but at least this time she remembers to breathe. This time, I let her.

Blindly, she swats at me when I continue to press the wand to her most sensitive spot, her trembling not subsiding. "Fuck, Asher. Hurts." And then she shudders again, gasping for breath as her next climax pulls her under.

Still no papaya. But I'm so damn fucking close. I just know with her next orgasm, she has me jumping down that cliff right along with her.

And it doesn't take her long. It feels like seconds until her legs tighten around my hip again, her fingers dig into my shoulders, and she throws back her head and arches her back off the mattress, her pussy warm and clenching around my cock.

"Fuck. Coming," I announce, and with a groan, I come inside her only a moment later, fucking her until I've emptied my last drop in her cunt.

She's shaking as I pull out, her whole body convulsing uncontrollably but her eyes are full of fire and still entirely too coherent.

So, I put my hands under her butt and lift her up, folding her legs to her chest as I bury my face in her pussy.

"Asher," she shouts and swats at me, but I capture her hands and press them to her chest, trapping her legs between her arms and chest. "Ohmygod, ohmygod," she whines continuously when my tongue finds her clit as I push the fingers of my free hand inside her, the vibrator discarded somewhere, still buzzing softly.

She squirms and sobs and all of her muscles tighten. I let go of her arms and immediately, her hands fist my hair and her legs fall over my shoulders. Then she shouts, her thighs locking around my head, keeping me right where I am as she comes again, her legs trembling, limbs twitching uncontrollably.

I pull my fingers out of her only once she starts to relax again, making it a point to lick them suggestively before I crawl up her body and capture her lips with mine, the taste of us both mingling in our mouths.

When I break the kiss, she opens her mouth to say something, but then changes her mind and closes it again, relaxing into the mattress.

I grab the towel from besides the bed and clean her up as well as I can without getting up. Her lazy eyes follow each of my movements until I pull climb in beside her and pull the cover up over us both.

She sighs happily and lets me pull her into my arms, and within seconds, she's asleep.

Kayla

Takingadeepbreath,I look at myself in the mirror, taking in my flush cheeks and glowing face.

Tonight is the night. The final big event of Asher's and my charade. Nervousness has been making me restless the whole day.

I'm not even nervous about this stupid charity dinner. I've been to more than enough events where I have had to kiss asses and smile through misogyny and holier-than-thou attitudes of industry big-shots and I will survive another one.

No. It's Asher.

He's the one making me nervous. The one who makes me want to hide under a blanket and not get out for the next few days, because I’m just so uncertain about what the hell is going on between us.

This whole relationship was supposed to be a sham. A game with the media, only a way to protect my friend.

But it has become so much more than that, in such little time, and now I don’t know where we stand.

I never counted on him making my heart flutter. The only thing I counted on was him getting on my nerves, poking where he knows I’ll be the most annoyed.

Never would I have dreamed that Asher, the guy who talked shit about me to the media, would turn out to be someone who would turn up with pizza and ice-cream in front of my door when I’m on my period. I’d never have imagined that he’d be this sweet and thoughtful.

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