Page 134 of Deceptive Games

I didn’t care where he fucked me, as long as he kept doing it.

His soft blankets met my back as he laid me down, having no choice but to pull out of me for a second so both of us could shuffle up the bed, but then I was climbing onto his lap and riding him.

“You’re going to make me come,” he huffed, his eyes firmly on me as he pulled my shirt completely over my head and reached around to unclasp my bra. “I’m coming in you more than once today. You good with that?”

“So good,” I agreed, rolling my hips between bounces until his hands gripped my ass hard and he cursed, thrusting up into me as he came.

I slowed, intending on climbing off, but he shook his head and held me in place. “Wait. Give me a moment and we can keep going.”

“You don’t want a break?”

“Fuck no. I’m going to flip you over in two seconds,” he grinned, reaching between us to lightly toy with my clit. “And I really want you to come again before I do that.”

“Jense,” I whined, my sensitive body clenching around him as I tried to fight it off.

“Aurora,” he murmured against my mouth, my cursed pleas falling on deaf ears as he continued toying with me until I was coming again. “Fuck, good girl.”

My whole body was shaking as he slowed, and he carefully got to his knees and placed me back on the mattress, pumping his half-hard cock in and out a few times as he left kisses across my neck.

“I squirted a little,” I said breathlessly, and he chuckled, grazing his teeth along my throat.

“You’re going to do it again for me in a second. You’re okay with me flipping you over?”

“Already?” He flexed his cock inside me as if to prove that he was ready, and I groaned. “We’re going to ruin your bed.”

“That’s the idea. On your knees, chest on the bed, and ass up for me.”

He practically had to move me, my limbs weren’t cooperating, and once I was in position, he pushed inside me again and kissed my back affectionately.

It was slow at first, but when he ran his fingers through the mess between my legs and rubbed my clit, his thrusts got faster.

He pushed my ass down a little, my thighs burning from the position, but it felt so damn good that I didn’t give a fuck.

“You going to come on my cock, baby? Soak the bed for me,” he bit out, both his hands going to my waist to keep me still as he slammed into me.

It was right there but it wouldn’t go over the edge, a frustrated cry leaving me as it hung right on the line.

I was begging him for something that wasn’t even in English, and then he was pushing me lower onto the bed until my clit was rubbing on the material, a scream leaving me as I came hard.

I squirted a lot this time, curses leaving him as he fucked me through it until he buried deep and finished inside me.

My body was so exhausted that I passed out before he even pulled out of me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

HUNTER

“You’re going to get your ass shot, Rivera,” Milky said dryly as I stepped inside Wet Dreams with my guys. It was early, the strip club technically wasn’t open yet, which meant it was the perfect time to catch up with King Dipshit.

Milky was my age, and the dumb bastard got his nickname due to being caught sucking some lactating bitch’s tits in his younger days. I wasn’t about to kink shame the guy, the gross part was that he was a teenager and the woman had been at least forty.

Women in this world did anything to stay relevant among the young guys, or they got kicked to the curb.

“Thought this conversation didn’t need a public audience,” I answered, glancing around the quiet room. “Where’s Hendricks?”

“In the office. He’s busy.”

“Trust me, I know how good Lex is. He won’t be too long,” I joked, motioning to my guys to wait at the bar. “My money’s as good as anyone's, right? Get my boys a round.”