Page 61 of Convict's Game

For a long minute, I just held her. This, I liked as well. The feel of her in my arms did something strange to my heart. I wondered how much I’d been hugged before my accident. Something told me it wasn’t enough.

I snuggled in and inhaled the scent of her hair. It only made me harder, and my dick throbbed against her ass.

Slow and steady won the race. I withdrew my arm from beneath her, ensuring she was comfortable with her head turned on the pillow. I couldn’t play with her tits any more, but her ass was right there for me to admire.

Another wave of lust sank through me. I stifled a groan and beat my dick a couple of times to the sight. Damn, that was sexy. Not just her pert backside, but the gleam of her pussy in the light.

She was wet for me. Wet from my playing with her. Needy little woman, even in her sleep. And that just earned me one more point.

I shifted her knee out slightly to give me the perfect angle to take my dick to her entrance. With my actions slow and my weight off her, I dragged my cockhead up and down her, getting it soaked. My balls tightened to almost painful with the need to come.

Mila took a breath, like she was warning me not to push my luck. Too bad I had none left to shove.

I watched her. She didn’t move, but I’d disturbed her. Fuck. It nearly killed me to hold still for the length of time it took to be sure she went back under. A lesson in what I needed to do next.

Almost certainly, if I pushed inside her, it would all be over.

I wasn’t ready to lose.

New game rule: coming at the same time as her waking counted as a win.

Sitting up, I gripped my dick and jerked it, staring at her pussy, then I pressed her cheek to expose her asshole. My dick thickened. I fucked my fist harder. Both holes would be mine as well as her mouth and her tits. Every part of Mila was mine to play with.

Her words from earlier returned. She’d claimed the same rights. If I woke up with her riding me, I’d probably have a heart attack.

That final thought unexpectedly tipped me over the edge. Fever rushed, and I came onto her ass and pussy. Ropes of cum spilled onto her, and at last, I thrust inside her, finishing the job where I wanted to be.

Mila moaned, waking. I set my forehead to the back of her shoulder, shuddering with my release. She reached back and touched my dick where it spread her open.

“You made a mess,” she said sleepily, need lacing her tone. Then she bucked against me, sliding up and down my length.

I wet two fingers in the cum then delivered it to her lips, my single word a breathless rush. “Suck.”

Mila’s mouth opened, and she did as I ordered, her hot tongue caressing my fingers and taking my cum into her throat.

She groaned and moved her fingers to her clit, rubbing in hard circles until she too tightened and fell into release, my happy dick absorbing every one of her throbs.

I sank down onto her, heavy with sleep and deep happiness. I was spent. Not just from the orgasms but from how she surprised me at every turn.

We were going to have so much fun together. Both awake and asleep.

End score? Convict: 1, Mila: 1, also.

Some hours later, I woke again, energised and refreshed. Now I was pretty much healed from my injuries, I figured I didn’t need much sleep. Mila was still out cold.

I’d wake her in the best way, but first, I had a call to make.

Climbing out of bed, I found my boxers on the floor, tugged them on, then left the now-bright bedroom. In the living room, I collected my phone from the table where I’d left it.

Two messages already waited. Both from Shade and one an audio clip.

Shade: The recording from the office earlier.

Exactly what I was going to ask him for. I played the file on low, holding it up to my ear. Mila’s brother was talking.

“Ye said you thought I was dead. I assumed the same. The man who fucking caught me, Salter, jeered about you being in the hands of the skeleton crew. Now that gang is somehow in your corner. What happened?”

“Salter said that he’d kill you if I didn’t obey him.”