Page 107 of Illicit Games

Raising my hips, I slam back down, my juices making his entry a bit easier. It feels sublime, the fullness wicked, but the rush that makes my head spin is missing. Biting my lip, I thrust down on him, earning a guttural groan.

I’m still missing the fireworks.

His mouth trails to my breasts, sucking one while his teeth latch onto my nipple. I tangle my fingers in his hair, arching into the wet suction of his lips.

“Kian, I… umm,” I trail off, too shy to ask for what I need.

His lips let go of the peak with a crude pop. “Tell me.”

“I want you on top.”

His gaze goes heavy-lidded. “Why?”

“I like it when you dominate me.” His cock sinks deeper, hitting my cervix as he holds me down on his girth, unable to move. “And I don’t have to think. I’m at your mercy, while you force me to take your cock as hard as you like. It’s what I need to come. Use my slutty pussy, sir. Breed me. Please. Please. Please.”

Primal ferocity darkens his features. “Grab my shoulders.”

“Ahh! Kian!” I cry out as he lifts me like a rag doll and brings me down on his shaft.

Bruising my thighs with his fingers, he bounces me up and down his massive cock. I’m nothing but a fuck toy being used forhis lust. A hole to fill up and wet his girth. I’m whatever he wants me to be.

His whore.

His slut.

His.

The next minutes are a blur, filled with obscene slapping sounds and our pleasured moans. It’s what triggers my climax. With a loud cry, I let it consume me whole.

“Swallow my cum,” grunts Kian, lodging himself deep. “Every drop, Rainbow.”

His length swells to the point of pain as jet after jet of his hot seed shoots inside my throbbing pussy. Sagging against him, I kiss and suck lightly on his throat. When my eyes flutter open and I raise my head, I notice I’ve given him more than one hickey.

I’m not the least bit apologetic.

Every woman who dares to look or come close to him will know he’s taken.

“I’m yours, baby.”

I freeze, glancing into his beautiful eyes regarding me like I’m the most precious thing in the world. Tucking a strand behind my ear, his lips tip up on one side, revealing a dimple. My stomach dips at the sight of it.

“I can read you like a book and I know whenever a possessive thought crosses your mind. Don’t try to bury it. I’m addicted to the feisty side of you.”

I melt into a puddle, loving that he knows me inside and out and is crazy about every side of me.

“I was staring at my marks on you and how I wouldn’t care if every woman saw that and stayed away from you.”

“Why else did you think I had this tattooed?” he rasps, showing his wrist where my teeth imprint is inked.

Stroking it, I bring it to my lips and kiss his wrist. “You’re the best boyfriend, Kian.”

A full-blown smile transforms his rugged face to downright sinful, both his dimples proudly on display. It reaches deep inside me and wraps around my heart in a warm hug. Caressing his scruffy cheek, I trace the edge of his bottom lip, and whisper, “Don’t hide your smiles, Kian. They’re beautiful.”

“I smile, Iris.”

“Only around me.”

“Because onlyyoumake me want to smile. I want to belong to you as much as you belong to me. My happiness is yours. All my laughter and smiles are yours. Everything that makes me who I am is all fucking yours. So, don’t try to share me with anyone else, even if you think it’s for my benefit.”