Page 191 of Carnal Games

Shock filters across her innocent face, making my cock twitch.

“You haven’t tasted yourself, have you?”

“No, Kian.”

I raise her arm to her face. “Do it.”

Opening her mouth, she tucks her finger inside and sucks. Her long lashes flutter as her tongue swirls around.

“How do you taste?” I rasp, craving to know myself. However, tonight isn’t about me. It’s about her. To show her she’s bold and sexy. Blessed with a figure that can bring any manto his knees. If I were willing to share her, which I never fucking will.

“Sweet,” she murmurs. “A little salty.”

“Take more.” One finger presses between her folds. “Dip it inside you. Then lick it.”

I groan, watching her slide the small finger into her hole to the knuckle before bringing it to her lips and doing as I say. Before she can bring it back down, I shake my head. “Circle your nipples.”

“Like this?” She hums, rubbing the wet fingertip around her areolas one by one.

“Yeah, rainbow. Just like that.” Her hips begin to undulate, her clit swelling and begging for attention. “My naughty girl wants to come.”

“May I touch myself?”

“You are,” I smirk.

“I meant…”

“Where do you want your fingers, Iris?” Her lips part, the word on the tip of her tongue. I sharpen my tone. “Say it.”

“My… my pussy, sir.”

“You may.”

Grabbing my shoulder with one hand, she presses the other against her core and strokes hard and fast. Needy little sighs and moans escape from her mouth, putting me under a spell. Rolling her clit with her thumb, she flicks and rubs. Softly yet fast.

“Fill your pussy,” I growl, cupping her thigh over my shoulder. “Push a finger in.”

She thrusts to the knuckle, crying out, “Ooh… Kian!”

“Cry my name louder.”

“Kian!”

Her hips undulate further, chasing the finger deep inside her cunt. I flick my gaze upward, needing to see pleasure swarmher face. Warmth bursts inside my chest at finding her roaming her lust-drunk gaze all over my face.

I’m unprepared for the intensity of her expression.

Like I’m her entire world.

It grabs me by the throat.

“You can watch me anytime you want,” she purrs, digging her nails into my shirt.

“Why?”

“Because I’m yours.”

“You are.” Nipping her thigh once, I whisper against her skin, “My woman. My horny little slut. My perfect fuck toy.”