Page 81 of The Games We Play
“I’m sorry,” Iris says. “I didn’t realize how much this ... I ... meant to you. There’s something I—”
“Too. Fucking. Late.” I slide her panties to one side, then place the head of my dick at her opening. Fuck condoms. I got my test results back. We’re good. “This might hurt. I hope not.” I try to slam home, but she’s so fucking tight, I maybe get a glorious couple of inches in.
We both groan. Her forehead flops onto my shoulder, and her fingertips dig into my biceps.
I withdraw an inch or so, then push back in hard, over and over until her wetness coats us both, easing the entry. I look down and see the pink lace scraping along my length. Hitching her higher, I bite down on her breast though the pretty bra.
Fuck, she’s everything.
“How dare you fucking doubt us,” I grunt as I hammer into her.
I hear her breath against my ear. “Spark,” she moans.
Tensing my ass, I hammer into her, hard and fast like the fucking comet I compared us to.
Burning just as hot and bright.
“Come on my dick, Iris. I want to feel your cunt sucking the life out of me. You’re sorry? Fucking show me.”
She cries out, a frustrated cry of desperation, and I step away from the wall, holding her beneath her arms, lifting her up and down my dick. She starts to grind, rolling her hips, that lace adding friction.
But it’s still not happening for her.
Not that I care. I wouldn’t care if club pussy came or not.
Still, I pull her off my dick and throw her onto the bed. Love those panties, but they need to go. I slide them down her leg, then fucking chow down on her swollen clit. I bite, lick, lap, and suck. I fuck her with my tongue.
“I’m so close,” she cries.
And I spin her over on her stomach, with her knees on the floor, and slam back into her before she can come. Because I’m a greedy fucker, and I don’t want to miss the feel of this orgasm on my dick.
I slap her ass hard, taking my own pleasure from the cry. My handprint blooms red. “You want another of those?”
She shakes her head, even as her cunt clenches around me.
“Then you better come.”
And when she does, it’s a thing of fucking beauty. She’s bent double beneath me. Probably can’t breathe the way I’m crowding over her.
I feel every ripple and vibration of it.
But I’m not done.
I tug her off the bed and have her on her knees before she’s come down.
“Suck it,” I say, fisting my hand in her hair.
She shakes her head. “Spark, please.”
I cup her chin. “I said suck it, Iris.”
Then I stand up straight and push my dick toward her mouth.
In fairness, I almost come the moment her mouth opens, before I’ve even felt those lips on my dick, because domination is the fucking headiest feeling of all. She’s doing as she’s told, and from the wide rims of green around her pupils, she’s enjoying it.
Her submission is everything.
Three sucks and I’m gone, coming down her throat as her eyes water and she splutters.
