Page 71 of Wicked Little Game
But I have to admit that Samuel looked at me like a surprised burglar when I walked in on him as he looked through the drawers.
His reasoning for being in there was interesting, to say the least, but before I could instigate further, he had his mouth on me. And if I’m being honest, I don’t give a shit.
Maybe he’s just horribly nosy.
Let people have hobbies, Ruby.
I look at him,my breath still heavy as I come down from the high of my orgasm. He unbuttons his pants and his cock springs free as he pulls down his boxers. Slowly, he slides it over my wet pussy, obviously enjoying how I squirm whenever he drags it over my still oversensitive clit.
“Finally,” I breathe out as he lines himself up with my hole. His cock twitches, not adding up with the way he glares at me. His eyes darken as he grabs my dress, bunching the fabric up in his hand.
“Just the tip,” he says as he pushes inside agonizingly slow.
I clench around him, desperately needing more as I try to scoot closer to him to force him deeper. He hisses, pulling back.
“Don’t do that to me, Sam. Please fuck me properly. Please.” My voice sounds so desperate, as if I’d die if he’s not pounding into me in the next few seconds, and a part of me really feels as if this is a valid possibility.
I move my hips again and suddenly both of his hands areon my dress. He rips the fabric apart as if it’s a piece of paper before he looks down at my exposed tits, seemingly satisfied with his work. As I want to protest, he grips my body with an almost painful force.
“Don’t speak. Don’t move,” he demands. “You take what I give you like a well-behaved slut or you get nothing at all, understand?”
I nod, feeling how my pussy gets wetter with every word that leaves his mouth. He feels it too, judging by the way his jaw clenches. His cock twitches and I wonder if he’s trying to punish me or himself by holding back like that.
He breathes in deeply as he lets one hand slide up to my neck, trusting me enough not to pin me down so harshly anymore. With the other one, he picks up the bottle of whiskey. The bottle cap lands on the floor, joining the cigars that roll around down there.
“Open your mouth,” he says, emphasizing it with a soft squeeze on my neck. At some point today, I stopped acting up.
Maybe it’s because I’m too horny, or because behaving actually heightens my chances of getting fucked, but whatever it is, it causes me to open my mouth.
He takes a swig of whiskey before he pulls me up towards him. His hand leaves my throat and wanders to the back of my head instead, grabbing a fistful of hair. It hurts in a way that makes my eyes water with pleasure, forcing me to tilt my head back.
Sam towers over me, the look in his eyes more predator than man.
Before I realize what he’s doing, the taste of whiskey hits my tongue.
Fuck.
It leaves a burning feeling in its wake as it runs down my throat and at that moment I decide that “getting it spit in mymouth” is the only way I’m going to consume whiskey from now on.
He groans as I swallow, his cock pulsing again, and I wish I knew how long he’s going to keep up his just-the-tip act.
A drop of whiskey runs down my chin and Sam is quick to lap it up, his mouth finding mine just a moment later. His tongue slips into my mouth and I can taste myself mixed with the alcohol as he presses my head closer to him.
It’s not even a proper kiss, more desperate, sloppy, open-mouthed attempts at one and he growls as my tongue touches his.
“I’ll fucking ruin you for every other man,” he whispers against my lips as he slams his cock inside of me in one brutal motion. If this is what heaven feels like, I’m ready to die right now.
He thrusts into me, but he seems to be unhappy with something.
“Turn around for me, darling,” he says as he pulls out. The five seconds this takes me are apparently too long for him because he grabs my hips, turns me around, and pushes me back down on the desk.
He presses my chest down, his fingers digging into my ass as he spreads me apart. His fingertips dance over my asshole and a second later, he spits down on it, spreading the wetness with his fingers.
I try to scramble away, but there’s nowhere for me to go.
“Told you that ass is mine too,” he says and I whimper as he presses the pad of his thumb against my hole. “But don’t worry, I’ll just wreck your perfect cunt today.”
His cock slides back inside of me and the different angle allows him to go so much deeper. So deep that I’m pretty sure I’d feel his cock if I put my hand on my lower belly.
