Page 78 of A Lethal Game of Trust
I pushed my mouth to his, tracing the seam of his lips with my tongue. I loved when men spoke during sex. But right now, with Issy only down the hallway, we had to behave. I’d scream for him tomorrow, he could shout my name then.
And I needed to stop myself from crying out. With no escape, the brutal waves of my orgasm wet my eyes.
“Quiet,” I muttered into his mouth. “We’ll get caught.”
He only grunted in response, guiding my movements as his tongue swept up my own. I was in control here. Me. He’d do what I asked.
“Pull my hair.”
He did without question, one hand squeezing my ass so hard, I groaned into his mouth before his fingers travelled up to my scalp, digging in.
But it was his other hand that nearly had me combust. He moved to my rear hole, rubbing against it with the tip of his finger and I immediately fell onto my knees, breathing heavily onto his chest.
“You can tell me what to do,” he said, voice dark in my ear as he pressed in slightly. I was jelly, wobbling above him. “I’ll do anything you ask, Leo. But remember, I’minvestedin your pleasure. That instruction on any other man won’t work as well.”
I nodded into his chest as I tried to pick up a rhythm again.
“Touch yourself,” he demanded.
Lost, broken, one of my arms fell from his neck so my fingerscould find my clit and touch it in tight circles. My other arm fell to reach behind me and cup his balls, squeeze them, massage them and he swore. It felt like our hands were everywhere. He was everywhere. We were a tangled, sweaty mess of limbs.
“Fuck you, Leo,” he snarled. “Next time, I’m going to tie you up. I’m trying not to blow here.”
“Come in me, Dom,” I begged.
Really, I didn’t want this to end, no matter how tired my thighs were. I’d keep going because nothing was as good as this. But though our voices were low, the wet sounds of me slamming down onto his lap weren’t any longer. There was no pretending they were not the result of hot, sweaty, primal sex.
“Tomorrow, I fill every one of your holes. Now, you come.”
I nodded eagerly before pressing my mouth back to his. His finger in my ass, his cock so deep inside of me, my back arching in pleasure, I raced towards my next climax with tiny whimpers. As I came again, he swallowed my moan as his mouth crashed into mine.
His strong hands found my rib cage and pulled me downwards to meet his crazed thrusts. I needed to not be here, I needed us to be somewhere I could scream as I rode the aftershocks — nope, another orgasm. I was fucked. Well and truly fucked.
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I’d Break You
Dom
She stayed on top of me, hard nipples against my bare chest, her head collapsed on my shoulder as we breathed heavily against each other. I’d never quite had sex like it.
All the kissing, the skin, the intimacy.
As she peppered kisses into my neck, I smoothed her thighs. They had shaken so hard we could have fallen off the bed.
“I don’t want to get up,” she said softly. “I want to stay.”
I slapped her ass — the noise cracked through the room and she jolted upright, holding a finger to my mouth and pouting her lips in a ‘sh!’
I smiled against her finger and pressed a kiss into it. “Couldn’t help myself.” This time I only grabbed the fat of her ass cheek, so plump in my hand and said, “Go to the toilet before you get a UTI. I need you in working, pleasurable order for the foreseeable.”
“Am I…” she started, looking at me with hesitation.
“Speak to me.”
“Am I coming back? Or going to Is—”
“You’re coming back.”
