Page 77 of A Lethal Game of Trust

“Leo, you’re always so wet for me,” he purred in my ear. “I’m always so hard for you.”

Yes, I could feel him against my back. As I started to grind on his thigh, it wasn’t necessarily for me, but for him. I wanted him to have sticky thighs for once. I wanted his cock to feel the friction so that he would ram it into me.

His arms held me tight to him, but he didn’t need to. I gave in to what my body wanted, relaxing into his hold. His nibbles along the shell of my ear had me so sensitive, I gasped into his hand. His touch tickled me, down my neck straight to my clit. He played with me as if he had slept with me more than a handful of times and knew my body better than I did. He was holding me so close to the orgasm building low in my belly. I was writhing against him with chills from his breath, his teeth scraping that erogenous spot under my ear.

I was going to come. I had to come. All of my senses were lost to his touch.

And he stopped, moving his lips further down to bite at the crease of my neck, before sucking and making me tingle, gasping. His fingers ran further down, teasing my entrance as my breaths calmed slightly.

“One day, I’m going to put my whole fist inside of you,” he whispered. “You underestimate how badly I need to get inthere. I’d cut you open and climb in if I could.”

I only nodded, head back. Climb inside, please.

But he continued to torment me, and when I opened my eyes, I saw him leaning over my shoulder, looking down at his handiwork.

If he wouldn’t take control, I would.

With a little lift of my hips, two of his fingers slid inside me. He raised an eyebrow at me and crooked his fingers, hitting right on my G-spot. He had to tighten his hand around my mouth because I was long past the whimpering stage. I was sweating, clammy against him as another orgasm tightened within me, his hot breaths accompanying the pulsing inside of me.

“Let me, let me—” I tried to say against his palm.

But he stopped to pull his hand away. “Yes, Leonie?” he asked against my lips.

“Let me come,” I groaned, frustrated at yet another denied orgasm.

“Oh, babe, don’t be upset,” he said, running his thumb across my bottom lip. “I’ve been keeping something from you.”

I tried to pull away, but he still held me against him so tightly, I couldn’t.

“My results are negative. I’m going raw on you tonight.”

I pushed away his arms, spun around to kiss him and shoved at his boxers, trying to pull them down. He helped me, lifting himself up while fucking my mouth with his tongue.

Still sitting against my headboard, he pulled me back onto his lap where I slid up and down his cock, coating him with my need. I rocked on him, back and forth, appreciating the feel of his silky cock against my clit.

“No, baby, this orgasm is mine. I’m going to feel you come around my cock. You’re going to ride me.”

I nodded and lifted my hips as he notched his dick to my entrance. I was on the pill, but he hadn’t asked. Surely, he just assumed.

Inch by inch, I guided myself onto him, my breaths catching as he stretched me wide. I’d had him just last night, I’d had him this morning, but this position forced him deeper inside and I still needed a moment to adjust.

“Breathe through it,” he said, pushing back the hair from my face. “Good girl. God, Leo, you feel like heaven.”

Finally fully seated, I started by grinding against him, feeling him pressing against my walls. It was the tightest fit, it nearly had me crying. Sobbing like he’d promised.

Hands on his biceps, I kept rocking and I needed him to cover my mouth because the whimpers leaving me would soon become—

He pulled at my lingerie, almost ripping it down my arms until I let the straps drop to my sides. He continued to pull until my breasts were exposed and the material pooled around my waist.

“I need—I need to feel you against me,” he breathed.

I placed my hands around his neck and shuffled closer, my chest against his. Instead of resting on my knees, I lifted up again, only just keeping the head of him inside of me as I landed on my feet, using the motion to get him deeper.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck,Leonie.”

I would have been rambling obscenities if I wasn’t so taken aback by how blissful this was. My breaths were ragged, our bodies coated in sweat as I took him in, bouncing. My movements were slow but he wasn’t complaining. He cuppedmy ass cheeks, helping to lift me at the same pace. It was a good thing too, because the orgasm would not be stopped for anything now. I lost my rhythm as I came, feeling so full as I pulsed around his cock.

“Leonie—”