Page 33 of Illicit Games

Backing out, allowing me one gulp of air, he shoves inside again. Again. And again. Wet smacking noises fill the air as heusesmy mouth. Tugging my head over the edge, he slams deeper. Tears of suffocation leak from my eyes as his dick buries to the back of my throat, his balls smashing against my face.

I can’t see his face, but I hear his masculine groan.

“Filthy.”Grind. “Little.”Grind. “Slut.”Grind.

Seconds before my vision can blacken, he pulls out. I cough and pant. Spit and tears cake my cheeks, lingering on my eyelashes. I’m an utter mess, yet I’ve never felt more alive and coveted.

Fingers brush my hair away, drawing my attention upward. Kian’s lustful yet adoring eyes peer down at me.

Licking my lips, I utter a single word. “More.”

Yanking my head back, he bottoms out again. I moan around him, my pussy weeping in joy with each brutal thrust. I choke every time he fills me to the brim and holds still.

He stays there until I violently fight him, becoming lightheaded.

“Beautiful,” he whispers after allowing me to breathe. “You take me so well.”

His palm rests on my throat, feeling himself fucking my mouth.

Leaning over my writhing body, he wrenches my thighs apart and spanks my pussy. Slipping two fingers inside my drenched panties, he strokes my slit, chuckling, “Fucking dripping.”

Smacking me once more, he trails his hand back up. Freeing himself from my lips with a lewd pop, he fists his length and presses the heavy set of his balls against my mouth. “Taste.”

Greedy for every part of him, I lap up at his sack with my tongue while he jerks his shaft. This part of him feels nothing like his cock. It’s softer as I swallow one in my mouth and suck lightly.

Kian groans. “Yes.”

Slapping his girth against my cheek, he backs away.

“No, please,” I whine, desperate and slutty.

“You take what I give you, Iris.”

I cry out in pleasure after he bends and sucks my nipple. Humming around the tip, his tongue licks every inch until my breast glistens with his saliva.

“Ooohh,” I moan, as he moves to my other breast and nips harshly. Flicking the tip, he hardens it even more. Licking and sucking until it’s wet and swollen, he lifts his head.

Admiring his handiwork, his palms smack them on the sides, making them bounce crudely. “Do you want me to tit fuck you, dirty girl?”

“Yes, please, sir.”

“It’s not like you can stop me,” he taunts, pumping his glistening shaft. “Tied up, you’re nothing but a fuck doll meant to serve me.”

Circling my vulnerable body as I writhe uncomfortably on the table, he stops before my feet. Bending my knees, he widens them until my core is on display. Staring between my thighs, he licks between his teeth with a primal look behind those glasses.

I fight the urge to close my legs, even though he’s more than seen my pussy countless times. Before I can act on it, he carefully flips me over. Jerking the silk fabric off my wrists, I’m turned over again.

Kian looks ravenous as he takes perch behind my head. Feeding me his dick after I part my lips, he leans over and lubes my tits with his spit. I hum around him, feeling his hands spread the wetness around and twisting my nipples.

“Push them together.”

Cupping my breasts, slippery and aching, I do as he orders.

Placing one hand next to me, he uses the other to slide his huge cock out of my mouth and in the small space between my breasts. Heat travels to my face at the sensation of his velvety skin. Both of us groan in sync.

I lick along his underside as he backs out to the tip.

Pinching one nipple, he slams forward.