Page 57 of Wicked Little Game
“I fucking love it,” I growl in her ear as I pull her down with me. Her back is pressed against my chest and something about the way she gets so soft and pliant underneath my touch drives me crazy.
She’s so touch-starved and no matter how much she tries to hide it, I can feel it in every one of her movements. In the way she presses herself against me, stealing small touches whenever she has the chance.
I wish I could say that she needs all of this more than I do, but the more time passes, the less sure I am about that. I want to touch her way too often.
It’s easier to justify it by fooling around. Makes it easier to tell myself that it’s nothing more than physical attraction between the two of us. Because I can’t bring myself to think about the other reason for wanting to have her around all the time.
My hand slips beneath her tiny pajama shorts and she gasps as if she just now realized that she’s not wearing any underwear.
“See, I was right. Always so wet for me,” I whisper against her neck as I let my fingers slide over her pussy, deliberately avoiding her clit for now.
“Fuck, Sa—” Her voice dies down in her throat, the words coming out as a barely audible whimper as I push a finger inside.
“Did I allow you to say my name?”
“Did I ever care if I was allowed to say something,Samuel?” She grinds her ass against my crotch, her moans going straight to my cock as I add a second finger.
“You’re a goddamn brat. Makes me wonder what it takes to get you to behave.” My teeth scratch over her neck slightly, and she arches her back to be closer to me. “Could tease you for days without letting you finish. Bet you’d get all nice and compliant when you’re a desperate, needy mess that doesn’t get to come.”
She moans, her pussy clenching as I circle her clit with my thumb.
“I know you love it,” she pants, chasing after my hand whenever I dare to stop touching her clit for a second.
“Absolutely not,” I groan as I bury my face in the nape of her neck.
She smells like cherries, roses, and sin. It's the scent of my inevitable downfall, and still, I can’t get enough of her.
“Tell that to your dick, I can feel it twitching,” she laughs in between moans, and this once I’m thankful for her dumb comments.
That doesn’t mean she gets to mock me though, so I press my fingers deeper inside her, but the sound that leaves her makes me think she took it as a reward.
She mewls in protest as I pull my fingers out, right until the moment I yank her shorts down. I wish I could rip her clothes off of her all the time. She’d let me, I’m pretty sure about that.
My cock throbs in my boxers and even wrapping my hand around it feels like walking a dangerous line right now. I lazily stroke myself a few times before I smear my pre-cum all over the back of her thighs.Mythighs, because I fucking own that perfect body.
“Lift your leg,” I command, but she’s not moving an inch.
“Twenty days,” she says as she tries to turn her head to look at me.
“What?”
“Took you twenty days to finally fuck me,” the little dipshit says with a grin on her plump lips.
My hand comes down on her ass, hard, and I’m concerningly happy about the big red handprint that appears a second later.
“Did you count the days? You’re an even bigger psychopath than I thought.” I grab her leg because I don’t have the patience to wait for her to follow my orders. “And I won’t fuck you.”
I lift her leg up and let my cock slide over her pussy, lingering right at her wet hole for a second longer than I should.
“Keep your legs together,” I growl as I let her leg down again and thrust my cock into the space between her thighs.
Her wetness coats my cock, and she feels so goddamn good that I don’t even dare to imagine how her cunt would feel.
One of my hands is on her hips while I let the other one wander upwards, cupping her tits, when I suddenly notice that Ruby seems to try to get the award for the brat of the century.
Sneakily, she tries to angle her hips in a way that would have my cock slipping right inside of her if I’m not careful enough. And being careful really isn’t the first thing on my mind right now.
My fingers dig into her soft skin as I grab her hips to keep her from moving while I thrust between her thighs.
