Page 106 of Illicit Games

“Oh my god!” I cover my face with my palms. “Why didn’t you stop me?”

“I was busy trying to keep you from unbuttoning my shirt.”

“I can’t believe it.”

Strong fingers curl around my wrists, tugging them down. “Your friends were just as bad, if it makes you feel better.”

“Yeah?” It perks me up. “What did they do?”

“Rosalie kept calling Nova from a battery-dead phone, while Bianca kept climbing up the walls to grab the paintings.”

I imagine them doing that, making a loud laugh rumble out of me. “Okay, that does make me feel better.”

“You also thought you could fly.”

“And back to being mortified.” His deep chuckle rushes over me. “Glad you’re finding this funny.”

“I was warned that the three of you can be chaotic together. I should’ve taken it seriously.”

“We’re not chaotic,” I defend myself and the girls.

“So, lap dances from strippers are a common occurrence for you?”

My eyes widen while a burning sensation crawls up to my cheeks. “Where did you hear that?”

“It is true, then.” Jealousy makes his voice sound sinister.

“It was… was a friendly lap dance.” His eyes narrow into slits. “He was gay!”

“Did he tell you that?”

“Umm…” I switch tactics. “You can’t be mad. I was single then. I won’t take lap dances now.”

Yanking me against his hard chest, he savagely reminds me. “You know very well what I’ll do to the guy if you ever do.”

“Yes, sir,” I moan, turned on by the promise of violence in his tone. He has me deranged. Tilting my chin, I seal my lips to his and lick the seam, craving his tongue. His mouth parts, letting me in and snatching back what little control I had.

“Lift your hips.” Lining his cock up against my entrance, his large hands grab hold of my ass. “Brace yourself.”

One powerful thrust and he fills me up to the brim.

Or so I think.

My head drops to his shoulder as his dick keeps stretching me deeper and deeper until finally his balls press against my ass. His pleased groan as my walls clench around him teases my ear.

I pant, feeling his fingers dip into the crack of my ass as he palms it roughly.

“Nothing’s better than the feeling of being inside you, little siren,” he rasps, grinding his groin against my clit. “The way your cunt stretches and takes all of me. Warm. Tight. Wet. I could stay buried inside you all day long.”

His dirty praise ignites my lust to scorching degrees.

Tugging my head back, he orders, “Fuck yourself on my cock. I’ve been waiting to fill you with my cum since last night.”

“Yes, I need it.” Of all the filthy ways he fucked me, I never got to ride him. I hung onto him while he manhandled and used my holes however he wished. True to his promise, he took my ass when my pussy was too sore. I lost count of how many orgasms he coaxed from my body.

A stinging spank to my ass jolts me out of our time in the cabin.

“Don’t be a cocktease,” he taunts, his hand snaking to my clit and rolling it around with the pad of his thumb. “Ride me.”