Page 10 of Illicit Games

That my dick is the only one she’s seen this close.

And that it’s the only one she ever will.

“Iris.” A warning.

“I knew you were big when I felt you… But this is enormous. How do you fit inside any woman?”

Fuck this.

Shoving down my briefs with one hand, I wrap her hand around the base of my shaft and stroke it with our joined fists. “You will take every single inch when I claim your virgin cunt. Not any other woman.You.”

Stroke.

“Is it going to hurt? Yes.”

Pump.

“But you’ll get used to it.”

Stroke.

“I will make you get used to it until you’re a whore for my cock. So desperate that you’ll beg me to fill any hole I wish.” A flush travels from her bruised tits, up her throat, to her gorgeousface. Her lips part when I tangle my fingers in her tresses and drop my other hand from hers. “Feel me. Grip me. Memorize every inch and stroke like it’s yours.”

Possessiveness flaring in her hooded gaze, she slowly glides her half-closed fist—her palm too small to wrap fully around my girth—up and down. Becoming less shy by the second. Meanwhile, a fire licks up my skin at the blinding pleasure her simple touch brings. A groan frees itself from my lungs and I thrust in her grip.

“Harder.”

Peering up at me, she curiously asks, “What if I hurt you?”

“You won’t,” I grunt. “Squeeze me and pump faster. I’m teaching you how to touch me, baby. And I like a tighter grip. Use both hands.”

Like an eager teacher’s pet, she circles my shaft with the free hand below the first one and presses harder. “Like this, sir?”

“More… Fuck! That’s it.” I twist her hair tighter. Her pace picks up, making my balls pull taut. “Such a good fuck toy.”

Tongue peeking out to lick her lips, I catch her attention on the moisture leaking from the slit on my crown. “What’s that? Are you… coming?”

Lord!

I almost shoot my load.

“It’s precum, baby,” I rasp. “Taste it.”

Swiping her thumb across the crown, she raises it to her plump mouth and licks it off. Her pleased hum going straight to my cock.

Picking her up around the waist without warning, I carry her into the shower. Her hand falls away, looping around my neck.

“Why did yo—”

Slamming her against the tiled wall, I fuse my mouth with hers and kiss her hard. Her tongue strokes mine, sucking it deep.Thrusting my dick against her pussy, I grind roughly. She moans in shock, momentarily forgetting to kiss me back.

Biting her top lip, I lick the sting away.

Reaching around us, I switch on the shower, drenching us in water within seconds. She yelps in surprise. I swallow the sound with my mouth and kiss her with fervor. Nipping her jaw, I speak against her lips. “You wanted to shower.”

“No, I want your cock,” she demands, fluttering her eyelids open. “I’m still not convinced you’ll fit inside me, Kian.”

“Your body is made for me.” Slipping one hand between our slick bodies, I cup her mound. “This tight pussy is built for me. You kept it untouched for me.” Plunging my index and middle fingers inside, I growl, “It’ll fit my cock. Just like it’s fitting my fingers.”