Page 139 of Carnal Games

My cock.

A faint voice says to turn off the feed. I shouldn’t be seeing her like this. I have no right. However, my morals are in tattered remains on the ground, along with my phone.

There’s no unseeing her.

Lines have blurred.

Especially when she ramps up the temperature in the room by turning over and lying on her back in the middle of the mattress. The dark sheets are a beautiful contrast againsther tanned skin. Damp strands fan around her face and on the pillowcase while her bangs hang over her temple, grazing her eyelids.

What is she doi—

“No,” I choke out, eyes widening.

Trailing her right hand down her stomach, she delves it into her useless thong. It molds to the shape of her pussy rather than conceals it.

Is she about to… right after our heated call?

I grip the edge of the table just as she twists her wrist. Her back bows as she throws her head back, lips parting in an O. Her tits shake, diamond-hard nipples pointing toward the ceiling. The only thing they’re missing is my mouth and tongue sucking on them.

My gaze is wrenched lower as she bends her knees and spreads them wide.

Is she trying to kill me?

Raising her other arm over her shoulder, her fingers clutch the pillow harshly while the hand between her thighs gains speed. I can imagine her caressing the tightest fucking pussy, stroking the softest and most sensitive skin that I’m suddenly ravenous for.

I ask her for mercy, and she goes and punishes me.

A cruel, deviant, and deserving one, where I’m not even allowed to hear the sounds of her coming undone.

Her thong becomes askew with the rough stroking of her fingers. The flash of dark pink flesh has me lurching forward.

Show me, you tempting little siren.

As if she heard me, her free arm lowers and pushes aside the fabric. Like a predator, my eyes home in on the swollen and glistening slit. Slowly, her middle finger rubs up and down before circling her clit.

Her legs clench shut for a second, like the pleasure is too much for her to bear.

If she can’t take this, how is she going to handle me?

I’ll wreck her tight little holes.

Her thighs fall open again, making my eyes go half-mast as she thrusts a single finger into her cunt to the knuckle. She shudders so violently like someone electrocuted her and finger fucks herself.

Possessiveness flares that I made her overcome with lust.

Not Nathan.

Me.

Yet I can’t tolerate the sight of his ring on her finger as she cups her tit and squeezes. If I were with her, I’d punish her ass. Lash it with my belt for daring to play with her pussy while wearing another man’s mark.

Ripping my gaze away from her chest, I ease the rage by staring down at her wet heat. Her hips chase the finger buried inside as she writhes and pants. She should be in my bed, on my sheets, and waiting for me with her legs spread, ready for me to take out my frustration on her.

She’s the reason and the cure.

Instead, I’m reduced to watching her like a creep. A voyeur. Intruding on a private moment. But is it intruding if I’m the man she’s imagining while masturbating? How many times has she brought herself to orgasm after moving in with me?

A flush darkens her skin as her finger slows down and she pulls it out. I hold my breath, waiting to see what she’ll do next.