Page 152 of The Games We Play
Penny didn’t break eye contact as she came. I told her to keep her eyes on me, and she obeyed like the good girl she was.Mygirl.
And God, did she wear that title well.
“I need you inside me, Mac. I don’t give a shit about first, second, third, or whatever fucking round,” Penny hissed, her voice still shaking, thick with need.
Ifmewas what she wanted, then that’s what she would get.
I nodded once and helped her sit upright. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back, her hair tousled and wild from the blindfold, her lips red and kiss-swollen.
Reaching behind the bar, I grabbed a bottle of her favorite tequila. I cupped her jaw, gripping her cheeks firmly until her mouth opened, those glossy lips parting just the way I liked.
I tilted her head back and poured a slow stream of liquor straight into her mouth.
She let it pool there before swallowing, her throat working as the liquid slid down in a smooth line. I dragged my hand down, fingers wrapping gently around her throat, savoring the feel of her pulse thundering beneath my palm. I took a swig from the same bottle, then pulled her forward by the neck and spit the second shot into her mouth.
She drank it with no hesitation, tongue slipping out to lick her lips, a little bit dribbling from the corner of her mouth.
Fuck.
I couldn’t hold back.
My mouth crashed into hers, messy and hungry and desperate. I reached behind her to release the cuffs, the metal clicking open just as she clung to me. Her fingers tangled in my hair, on my jaw—pulling me closer like she needed me to survive.
We kissed like we were trying to crawl inside each other, like nothing else mattered beyond this moment.
Still gripping her throat, I tore my mouth away to growl, “Get on your fucking knees.”
Penny hopped down from the bar like a woman on a mission, her smile so bright it was almost wicked. She dropped to her knees in front of me with that spark in her eye—the one that always drove me wild.
I stroked the back of her head, threading my fingers through her hair as she looked up at me, wide-eyed and waiting. Herhands made quick work of my jeans, unbuttoning and pulling them down along with my briefs in one smooth motion.
My cock sprang free—aching and heavy.
She wrapped both hands around the shaft, slowly stroking, teasing me as her tongue flicked out to lick the tip. Just that first touch sent a bolt of heat shooting straight through me.
She lingered there, licking again before wrapping her lips around the head and sucking, slow and focused.
Thatmove—the one where she pressed her tongue to the underside of my cock while she sucked—that was the one that made my knees threaten to give out every time.
Penny took me deeper, working me inch by inch until I was fully in her throat.
No gag. No waiting. Just pure, practiced pleasure as I pounded against the back of her throat. Even then, she wasn’t taking all of me.
Penny wasn’t lying when she joked about not having a gag reflex.
“That’s it,” I grunted, placing a hand on the back of her head, guiding her deeper. “You like my cock, baby?”
She answered with a muffledmmm, pulling back with a wetpopas my cock sprang from her lips.
Her eyes locked on mine, filled with heat and mischief.
As much as I loved seeing Penny on her knees—lips swollen, eyes full of fire—I was desperate to be buried deep between her legs.
She opened her mouth to take me again, but I gripped a fistful of her hair and hauled her to her feet. I pinned her against the bar, my hand cupping her jaw as I kicked off my pants.
Then I kissed her hard. So hard it stole the breath from her lungs.
She gasped against my mouth, and I took full advantage, slipping my tongue between her lips, claiming every part of hershe offered. She met me without hesitation, her body arching into mine, her hands threading through the hair at the nape of my neck like she couldn’t get enough.
