Page 99 of Wanna Play A Game?
Sawyer leans against my ear and whispers, “Ryder can hardly keep from touching himself, bunny. How does that make you feel?”
Fuck. I know I shouldn’t want that, but a rush of powerful elation runs through me.
“He hates that he wants you. He can’t help it. You’re so fucking hot.” Sawyer kisses along the side of my neck.
That’s my undoing. I come, blinding pleasure washing through my body.
“Fuck, Cali,” Sawyer grunts. “You’re squeezing me so fucking hard.”
Colors dance behind my eyes. I’m locked in the waves rolling through me.
“What’s my name, Cali?”
“Sawyer,” I moan.
“Good girl. Good fucking girl,” he groans, then rips out of me.
I gasp, hanging my head as I come down.
“Oh, you’re not done, princess.” Hands are at my wrists, unbuckling me. I stagger, and warm hands catch me. “Careful. Miles is in front of you.”
I try to pull the blindfold off, and another harsh swat hits my right nipple while an arm pushes my hands down.
“Come here, shadow.” Hands guide me to my knees. I feel what must be Miles lying on the ground. My hips are grabbed, and I’m pulled over Miles so I’m straddling him. “Ride me, Cali.”
Miles guides himself to my entrance and slowly shoves me down over himself.
I groan as his fullness presses into me again. My pussy clenches around him, and he moans. “Fucking Christ, woman. Don’t make me come so soon.”
Hands run along my breasts, flicking my nipples. They shoot sensations through my body, and I throw my head back.
“Whose girl are you?” Miles grits.
I clench my jaw. “Mine.”
Miles pounds heavily into me. “Wrong. Whose dick is in you?”
“Yours,” I moan.
“I think she needs a little more reminding. And a little punishment for lying to us,” Sawyer says. Something cold drips over my ass. I jump, automatically turn to look, and reach up to grab the blindfold.
“Uh uh.” Hands grab my wrists and hold them down at my hips. Fingers rub the cold liquid down my crack until they reach my puckered hole. They play with the rim, making me clench down harder. It sends euphoria through me.
“Ever played with your ass before, bunny?”
“No,” I grit.
Miles pulls me down on him so I’m lying on his chest.
“Not even with your ex?”
Ben? Ben ‘accidentally’ slipped in the wrong hole once, and it hurt like hell. I never let him try again.
“No,” I say.
“Good. What a good fucking girl, keeping this for us.”
Sawyer presses a finger inside. I stiffen. The pressure is uncomfortable.
