Page 82 of Desperate Games

When I finally collapse against the pillows, trembling and ruined, he pulls back just enough to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning like the devil himself.

“Fuck, you taste like sin, Baby. And I’ll never get enough. But I need to feel you come on this cock. Can you do that for me?”

I nod because right now, I’d do anything for him.

And let’s face it, his ask? Is it really for him?

He grins, shrugging out of the rest of his clothes and crawls up my body, kissing my flesh as he goes. My legs, my stomach, my tits, my shoulder, and my neck.

Then he cups my face and holds me there, searching my eyes like he’s trying to find something in them. Meaning? A reason? I don’t know.

His cock is pulsing, leaking all over my slit, but he doesn’t move yet. He doesn’t stretch me and fill me like I need him to.

He’s just staring down at me, watching like a hungry predator. Then, before I’m ready, before I can take a breath, he’s dropping his head and fusing our lips, forcing me to breathe him if I want air, and I do. I need it. I need him too, though.

Christ, this man can kiss.

Feelings I don’t want to own up to crash over me, making my brain feel fuzzy and squeezing my chest.

My whole body trembles, and he just holds me through it. He holds me and kisses me, and before I know it, I am lost for him.

Completely and utterly lost to the way he loves on me.

And this time, when he pushes inside, I make a desperate wish.

No more games. No more lies.

I wish he really was in love with me.

But whether or not he does, it’s already too late.

Because I think I might be falling in love with him.

Chapter Twenty-Four-Remy

She’s trembling.

My wife is sprawled out, pussy glistening, thighs shaking, her tits bouncing with every ragged breath.

And I swear to God, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.

I’m still licking her sweetness from my lips like it’s ambrosia.

Newsflash: It is.

Like it’s the only food I’ll ever need.

And then I snap. I can’t wait another minute.

I lift my head, lips swollen from kissing her. My cock thumps against her hot, wet entrance—hard, heavy, leaking for her. For this.

Her pupils are already blown wide, but when she sees me, I swear they go even wider.

She should be embarrassed, maybe even ashamed, caught with that little pink toy.

But no. My girl was ready to beg for more.

Fucking hot. So goddamn sexy.