Page 122 of The Games We Play
I was going to wreck her in the way she needed. In the way onlyIcould.
“Take off your clothes,” I ordered, voice gravel thick. “I need you naked and needy for my cock.”
The softness in her eyes sharpened, turning devilish. She was all in.
She started with her boots, pulling them off with deliberate slowness, the heavy thud of them hitting the floor sounding like thunder in my veins.
Then, without breaking eye contact, she reached for the hem of her shirt and peeled it over her head. Her bra—black lace, nearly see-through—did nothing to hide the hard peaks of her nipples. The silver glint of her piercings teased me, mocked me. My mouth watered.
I leaned forward slightly, tongue running along my lower lip.Jesus.
She reached behind her to undo the clasp, but I raised a finger. “No. Leave it on. For me.”
She dropped her hands with a smirk and moved to her shorts. Her fingers played at the button, then popped it open with a slow, sultry tease. She shimmied out of them, hips swaying, dragging the denim down inch by torturous inch before kicking them aside.
My girl.
Still in her bra and panties, Penny stood proud—powerful and fucking divine.
I turned the nearest dining chair, dropping into it like a king on a throne. Spreading my legs wide, I crooked a finger.
“Come here.”
She walked over, stopping just short, waiting like a good girl for her next command.
God, I loved this game.
I’d loved being at her mercy, but this?Thiswas different. This was her trusting me to take the lead. And the control, the power of it, rushed through my veins like lightning.
I tapped my thigh, watching the way her eyes darkened at the sound of a tap. “Come on, Pen,” I said with a wicked grin. “Take a seat on Daddy’s lap.”
She rolled her eyes, a breathy laugh escaping her lips—but then she moved, stepping in close, straddling me.
Her thighs bracketed my hips, and she sank down, her center landing right on top of my cock with a pressure that made me groan. Through the thin barrier of our clothes, I could feel her heat, her slick arousal already soaking through her panties.
She rolled her hips once. Slow. Deliberate. My hands flexed against her, fingers digging into her skin.
“You’re playing with fire,” I warned, voice low and rough.
“Good,” she whispered, leaning in to trail her lips along my jaw. “I want to burn.”
Fuck me.
She kissed just below my ear, her breath hot, her hips moving in tight, lazy circles. I was seconds from combusting. Every grind sent a jolt of pleasure straight through my spine. I could feel the wet heat of her through my jeans.
“Penny…” I growled, my head falling back against the chair as she rocked her hips again, her lace-covered center draggingagainst my hard length. “You keep that up, and I’m going to come in my damn jeans like a teenager,again.”
She gave a breathless laugh, but her eyes were molten.
“You think I haven’t thought about this?” she said, nipping at my lip. “Thought about riding you like this? Making you beg?”
“Christ,” I breathed, snapping my head forward and kissing her again. This time it was wild. Open-mouthed, tongues tangled, teeth clashing. Raw. Messy. Perfect.
My hands slid up her back, finding the clasp of her bra. “Last warning,” I said, against her lips. “I take this off, I’m not stopping until you scream.”
Penny’s eyes flared, her lips curving. “Do it.”
The clasp snapped open with one flick, and I pulled the lace from her shoulders, letting it fall between us. My breath caught.
