Page 50 of Illicit Games

Thrust.

“How you waited for three years to become my woman… my slutty fuck toy.”

Thrust.

“How you stayed a virgin for me.”

Thrust.

His words igniting an inferno, I moan and bob my mouth up and down his cock. My air becoming secondary, I give him my all. I take him deep, hollowing out my cheeks as my lips stretch around his fat girth.

The longer I worship his cock, the wetter my pussy becomes.

Pleasing him becomes my desire.

“Yes… fuck! So good.” He swells even more. “Your hot mouth was made to be filled by me, Iris. Make me come. Choke on my cock.”

God! I do.

His breathing picks up. His balls go taut. I sense his brewing orgasm. A second before he erupts, his hand on the back of my head forces my mouth down on his entire length. He’s so far down my throat, his cum shoots deep inside.

My vision tunnels due to the lack of oxygen.

Before I can pass out like last time, he pulls out. A thick string of saliva stretches between his cockhead and my swollen lips.

Grabbing me under the arms, he drags me onto his lap. Pushing one muscular thigh between my legs, he makes me straddle it. Wrapping an arm around my waist, his lips press against mine as he commands, “Ride me and make yourself come, baby.”

Desperate to climax, I grind and rock my hips. The coarse hair on his thigh adds a delicious friction against my pussy.

“Ahh! You feel so good, Kian.”

Capturing my throat, his lips swallow my cry. Invading my mouth with his tongue, he kisses me ravenously. I buck harder while our tongues swirl and lock together. The kiss is messy, wild, and rough.

Cupping his face, I suck and bite at his lips.

My breasts bounce, my nipples scraping across his chest, as I cling to him. A blinding ache twists my core. His domineering mouth doesn’t let up. I don’t stop him either, moaning and whimpering against his lips.

Two more thrusts, and the powerful orgasm crashes down on me.

I convulse, grind, and ride the euphoric waves.

My nails scratching down his back, I gasp against his lips. “Kian… Kian.”

He kisses me harder.

Shuddering, I slump against his chest. His hand slides underneath my shirt, massaging my back. Inching the material up, he pulls it over my head and throws it away before once again gathering me against him.

My heart rate calms down. I kiss his shoulder, his collarbone, before trailing my lips up his neck. His head dips to seal his lips with mine in the most tender kiss.

“You make me lose all control, Rainbow.”

“I know.” I smile. “I love it when you do.”

He chuckles, low and throaty.

Butterflies dance in my belly when his sexy dimples show. I kiss them, unable to resist.

Turning me around so I’m sitting with my back against his front. His arm bands around my chest, while the other grabs the remote to play the show.