Page 153 of Scandalous Games

I untwist her hair from the fancy updo it’s in until the waves fall in rivulets down to her waist. Pushing her knees apart with my leg, I run my fingertips up her naked thigh through the slit.

“You wore this thinking of me, kitten?” With every inch I trace, the closer I get to the wet heat that I know will be dripping for me. Leaning back, I stare at her heavy-lidded eyes and roam mine down her delectable curves. “Were you secretly hoping to get fucked by your husband? Knew I wouldn’t be able to help myself from pounding this cunt?”

A ghost of a smile appears on her lips and she licks them before whispering, “Maybe.”

“You have an insatiable pussy, wife,” I taunt, sliding my finger underneath her lace panties. The material, so wet that it sticks to her folds. “Always so fucking soaked.”

Dipping one finger between her swollen slit, I glide it from her hidden clit to her entrance and circle it teasingly. Her eyelashes flutter while she breathes heavily, making her dark areolas peek from her dress’ neckline. My mouth waters to taste those sweet brown nipples and I hate not being able to rip her blouse.

“Why do you always have to torture me, Dash?” she whimpers, frustrated.

I narrow my gaze and let her arms drop before circling her throat and fill her weeping pussy with two fingers to the hilt. I trust them so hard that my palm slaps on her clit every time I bottom out. “If anyone is in torture, it’s me from not being able to wrench your top down so I can suck on those hard nipples. I’m the one in torture for not being able to tear that fuck-me dress into pieces just to gaze at that beautiful body. Give me lip again and you’ll be walking naked out of here.”

At my dirty threat, she clenches around my still thrusting fingers. She and I both know I’ll never allow anyone to stare at her as long as I’m alive but like the naughty vixen, she gets off on the fantasy just the same. My cock becomes as hard as granite with every moan I steal from her.

I stretch her hole for my girth by pushing another finger and hitting her inner bundle of nerves that has her grinding and moving her hips fast. Full to the brim with three digits, yet she’s begging for more, her face twisted in pleasurable pain.

“Good girl,” I rasp while flicking her clit. “Ride my hand. Just like that.”

My eyes lower to her bouncing breasts while she clutches my suit jacket. I press closer and crush my mouth against her, swallowing the desperate moans. I finger fuck her harder and deeper until she tries to rise to her toes to escape my ruthless pace but my grip on her delicate neck doesn’t allow her.

“I-I’m going to come,” she mumbles against my lips just as her inner muscles clench. When her rhythm falters and the blush on her skin spreads lower, I know she’s close. Tilting her jaw so I can see the pleasure swarm her pretty face, I pinch her clit until she shudders violently.

“Scream my name, wife.”

“Dash!”

Her pussy spasms and jerks under the force of her climax. Her cries, echoing in the garden for anyone to hear. When I pull out my fingers, they are glistening with her juices. Her eyes flick open when I push them between her parted lips.

My voice is hoarse as I command, “Taste yourself.”

My cock throbs painfully and jerks in my pants when she sucks greedily on my fingers. I stare, mesmerized, at her mouth as one of her hands grips my wrist and tongues my digits like she would my cock. Her soft and hooded gaze doesn’t stray from mine.

The smug look and the feel of her lips is what sends me over the edge.

Keeping her pinned to the wall, I tug my wrist free and unclasp my belt roughly before unbuttoning my pants. I need to be inside her. Now.

Apparently, she wants the same because one small hand collides with mine and she impatiently lowers my zipper. I would smirk if I wasn’t out of my mind with hunger for this woman. Blind to the world but her. I hiss between gritted teeth when she pushes the same hand inside my briefs and wraps her fingers around my girth.

“Take out my cock, kitten.”

Because she loves to drive me mad, she strokes instead of obeying and does it just the way I taught her. With a growl, I slap her hand away and take out my aching dick, leaking with precum. Stroking the column of her throat, I lower my hand and squeeze her tit. “Now isn’t the time to test my patience. Got it?”

“But I want to—”

“You can play with my cock all you want when we get home.” Flicking my chin, I order, “Spread those legs. Wider.”

The slit in her skirt rides high as she does. Stepping closer, I grasp the back of her knee and wrap it around my waist. Pushing my hand between her thighs, I grip the edge of her flimsy panties and rip it off with one hard pull. Bianca’s face pinches when the material cuts into her skin but when I touch her pussy, I have to swallow a groan to find her juices leaking and dripping down.

“You love my barbaric side, don’t you? Fucking you where anyone can walk in?”

Her flush deepens at my smirk and her silence is all the answer I need.

Fisting my length, I rub the crown on her inner thigh, running along her wetness while enjoying the tremor that rocks through her. She sucks in a sharp breath in anticipation and arousal when I inch my dick closer to her waiting pussy.

Like a good girl, she holds the top of her skirt and reveals her bare and shaved pussy for my lustful gaze. Her swollen clit, peeking out from between her pussy lips. Our mutual groan of pleasure fills the air when I slide my cock in and trace her length.

“Fuck. That feels so good,” she whispers, her fingers digging into my shoulder.

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