Page 69 of Wicked Little Game
“I think this house is infested with rats. Probably because you never clean up.”
She just scoffs and walks closer to me.
“I heard scratching sounds coming from in here when I was in the kitchen and thought I should take a look. Wouldn’t want you to catch the black plague.”
“I doubt it. And you think the rats made their home in the drawers of my father’s desk?”
“Come here, you’ll hear it too,” I insist, gesturing her to come closer to me. She saunters over while I lean back in the chair, thighs spread and my half-hard cock pressing against the fabric of my pants as I look her up and down.
How am I supposed to keep a clear head when she looks like this?
“I don’t hear anything,” she says as she stands next to the desk, looking as if she’s getting ready to scold me. I hate that I find it kind of hot.
“And I think you’re lying to me. Maybe you heard nothing, maybe you just wanted to snoop around.”
“Or maybe I just wanted to feel like the successful boss of a shady organization?”
I grab her arm and pull her closer until she’s leaning against the desk, trapped between me and the wood, while I let my hands wander over her bare thighs.
The soft pink sundress she’s wearing must be new, and I faintly remember carrying a small parcel back inside yesterday.
It’s a goddamn distraction, makes me say stupid shit instead of thinking about a realistic reason I’m in this room.
“Can’t say that it doesn’t suit you,” she says with a grin asmy hands inch higher and higher, until they almost disappear underneath the hem of her already damn short dress.
“But really, why are you—” Her words trail off into a gasp as I press my lips against her thigh.
“Samuel Ryves.” If she keeps on saying my name like that, I’m going to do unholy things to her. “Are you trying to distract me right now?”
My fingers dig into her waist as I lift her up to sit her down on the desk in front of me. I catch a glimpse of her bare pussy before she presses her thighs together and decide to answer her question with another one.
“Ruby, did you come looking for me without wearing any underwear on purpose, or should we get your pretty head checked out?”
She rolls her eyes at me, a slight flush spreading on her cheeks as she pulls her dress down. For her standards, that’s almost shy and I think it’s because she realizes the reins aren’t in her hands right now.
Too bad for her I enjoy this way too much.
Roughly, I grab her thighs. It doesn’t take much effort to spread them right in front of my face.
“Don’t act shy now, darling. You wanted me to see? Then let me see.”
I shove her dress up with one hand, the other one still keeping her from closing her legs.
“Fuck,” I mutter as my eyes land on her pussy, already glistening wet for me, and I barely touched her so far. I pull her closer until she has to lean back slightly, placing kisses along the inside of her thigh.
She makes a beautiful, needy sound that encourages me to trail higher. I want those to be the only sounds that leave her.
Greedily, I bite down into the supple flesh of her thigh, a primal part of me taking over. This time I’m going to leave my fucking mark on her.
At least she stops trying to close her legs, making it easier for the both of us. I look up at her face for a second and I’m greeted with so much want in her heavy-lidded eyes that my cock throbs in my pants.
My hot breath fans over her exposed pussy and she tries to arch her back, desperate for any kind of touch, and who am I to deny her that?
Slowly, I lick over her cunt, savoring every second while I try to engrave this moment into my brain for the fucking weeks I’ll have this exact picture in my head whenever I’m jerking off.
But as much as I want to tease her, I can’t. Not when she’s tasting like sin personified, gripping my hair to press me closer to her.
I’m eating her out like a man starved, fucking her with my tongue before I suck her clit while my fingers dig into her flesh so hard that I know it’s going to leave bruises.
