Page 100 of Convict's Game
I stripped my clothes and knelt over her head, facing down her body in the sixty-nine position. On all fours, I fisted my rock-hard dick and took it to her lips. “Suck. Ground me before I go insane.”
Mila enclosed me in her mouth, her heat surrounding me. It dialled back about one percent of my panic. This was what I needed. To be on her. In her.
I stroked in and out of her lips in shallow thrusts, watching her take me. Her tongue curled around me, and I groaned and dropped my face to her cunt, sliding my tongue into her liquid heat then kissing those pretty lips hello.
She stopped sucking and bucked against my face.
I reared back and slapped her between the legs. “You don’t get to come. Not until I’ve worked through everything that happened tonight. Remember, I still don’t blame you.”
My dick in her mouth prevented a response, but I sensed her annoyance.
It gave me free rein to do what I wanted to her. I returned my attentions to her centre and licked and sucked until I sensed she was close, her heels driving into the mattress and her body surging against me faster and harder. Only then did I back away, letting her cool off.
I did it again. Getting her close to the edge but denying her the orgasm. There was no rewarding almost getting killed. No way she should enjoy her near exit from my life.
It wasn’t fair, but I was fucked up over this woman. Therefore, she needed to feel it.
I didn’t hold back my own pleasure.
At the third denial, I was dying for her, my cock so thick between her lips that I saw stars. It was the line of tears down her cheeks that pushed me over the edge. I paused to fuck her face until I came on her tongue. My groan of pleasure nearly triggered hers, but I denied her even the slightest touch in time to keep her hanging.
Just like always with her, one time wasn’t enough.
I never went completely soft anyway, so I let her swallow me down then build me up again.
Mila tolerated my torture until she was a panting, sweating mess, her thighs clenched where she arched against the air in desperation for any relief. She made me come again, this time with me withdrawing from her mouth to finish on her tits.
I switched position to regard the mess I’d made. Driving my fingers into it, I spread my cum over her tits and up her throat, then down her belly and between her legs, over her swollen clit, painting her with it.
Red-faced, she breathed through her nose, hands fisted beyond the cuffs.
“You’re mine,” I told her. “I claim you in every way. No one can take you from me.”
Mila swore, and her eyelids closed, her head falling back on the pillow.
“Eyes on me,” I demanded. “You like me like this. You’re enjoying my suffering because it shows you how feral I am for you. How badly you affect me.”
She didn’t deny it, just watched me, her lips parted and her body gleaming with my cum.
I collected more on my fingers and thrust it into her, her tight walls clamping down on my fingers. “Your pussy is greedy for my cum. You want me inside and out.”
Mila moaned and worked her hips so she slid up and down the hand inside her. I let her until she panted then pulled away, denying her again.
I trailed a hand up her so-tense body, a new idea sending blood to my dick so it hardened again. “If I put a baby in you, you’d remember you don’t walk into danger like that. Where’s the implant you told me about?”
“My left arm. Why?” Her mouth formed a shocked O as she caught my drift. “You wouldn’t.”
“I absolutely would.” I stroked her arm, finding a tiny bump on the outside.
“Convict!”
“Emilia. Consider tonight a reset. I’ll get this out of my system and tell you all the fucked-up things I’ve done to you then beg for forgiveness. I can’t promise I won’t do anything else, but you’ll hear me out and forgive me all the same. There’s a reason for it. We’ll get to that at the end.”
It was then that I reached for two things. A skeleton crew bandanna and my blade.
Chapter 34
Mila
