Page 40 of Dark Little Game
And it’s everything I’ve needed for weeks on end.
“Oh,God, Rayne,” I utter, gagging him a little and then shoving a little deeper. “How many times did you dream of taking my cock like this?”
And he really does look prettier with me inside him.
He looks perfect and dutiful.
Not that he has a choice.
“Going to use you to get off,” I utter as I pull out fast, let him take a quick breath, then thrust into him again, in a deep, deliberate motion. “And you need my cum.”
I push in so far that I know he can’t breathe again.
I let it hang there for one second, then two.
Then I pull back and let him gasp for air as I slide my tip along his lips, the friction of his mouth just enough to drive me wild.
He runs a hand across his hair.
Collecting himself, which I’ll be sure to ruin in another moment.
He holds my gaze.
“You think I’m your plaything,” he says softly, his voice a little ragged. “But you’re the one who admitted I’m the only thing that can get you off anymore.”
I dig my fingers into his hair and yank it hard, pulling his head back.
I stuff my cock past his lips to shut him up again, but it feels so good my thighs twitch, and his eyes are so captivating when he’s taking me.
I need to come, sooner rather than later.
I’ve had enough of this.
ThisholdRayne has had on me.
It’s going to end once I get him out of my system.
“You used me that first night at the party,” I whisper. “Now I use you whenever I want. Going to come on your tongue.”
This time he’s the one who deep throats me so far down that he can’t breathe.
I don’t have to thrust in, because he willingly takes it.
He’s trying to milk the cum out of me.
“You’re desperate,” I say, pulling out for a second.
“Call me something worse.”
I suck in a breath of air. “The most willing mouth I can find to fuck. Lips all slick because you’re a needy slut for my cum.”
He laps his tongue along my underside and I’ll lose my fucking mind if I don’t shove deeper into him. He takes me like he’s been waiting for it, hollowing his cheeks out as he slides me deeper.
Every flick of his tongue is better.
Takes me closer.
You liked that I called you my slut.
