Page 89 of Illicit Games

“Face me and kneel.” I grab the pillow closest to me and slide it between her thighs. “Ride it.”

Her head dips to gaze at my dick slapping against my lower abs hungrily.

“Don’t worry,” I drawl. “You’ll be riding it too before the night is over. Now, sit my pussy down on the pillow.”

She lowers herself in a flash, inhaling audibly when her sensitive clit presses against the edge. Grabbing the top corner to anchor herself, she swivels her hips. A loud and satisfied moan slips out of her as she throws her head back.

Lord! My girl looks divine in the throes of desire.

A vision of her pregnant with a round belly and fat tits leaking milk fills my mind. She’d be a stunning beauty then. Nothing would be as satisfying as making it a reality.

If she is telling me the truth about not taking birth control pills, maybe I’ll get her pregnant by the time we leave here. My shaft swells at the thought of breeding her.

“Eyes on me, fuck toy!” I scold.

Her hooded gaze swings to mine and her rhythm slows.

“You’re riding the pillow for my enjoyment, not yours. So, don’t look away. Understood?” She nods, biting the corner of her mouth. “Move your hips faster. I wanna see those juicy tits bounce.”

Eager to please me like an obedient pet, her ass grinds harder at a rough pace, while her moans rise to a fever pitch.

Her submission is a goddamn rush. Never-ending adrenaline to my system.

Precum leaks from my dickhead as I focus my attention on her pussy, while feeling her burning gaze on me. Each time she thrusts, her clit taunts me as it peeks from beneath the hood. The entire pillowcase is wet from her arousal. How badly I ache to taste it.

Following the flush traveling from her belly to her face etched in ecstasy, pride spreads through my chest that I captured a siren that’s all mine.

A siren that gets off on pain and debauchery.

On being used like a vessel to sate my dick.

Craving to push her to her limits, I raise my hand and slap her right tit. Shock blooms into a pink hue on her highcheekbones. I smack the other side, right over her nipple. Gasping in pleasure, she goes wild, clamping her thighs around the pillow and grinding hard.

Closing my hand around her delicate neck, I press on the sides until her pupils dilate. Without warning, I rain down spanks on her tits.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Kian! Ahh!”

I don’t stop.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Tears stream down her face in rivulets, sending a frisson of electricity through my veins. She cries, leaning on me. Seizing her chin, I lick the sweet moisture clinging to her flushed cheeks.

“Who’s a little slut?”

“Me, sir,” she whimpers.

“Whose property are you?”

“Yours, sir.”

Angling her head to the side, I smash my mouth over hers. The kiss is harsh. All teeth and tongue. Aggression and lust. Releasing her, I lean back against the couch, and command, “Take care of me.”

“Yes, sir.” Hunching over the pillow while still shaking from the spanking, she balances herself on my thighs and wraps her lips around my crown.

Sighing in unmatched bliss at the heat of her mouth, my eyes close as she gives me head like I’ve taught her. Uninhibited and voracious, she worships my cock. Lapping, slurping, stroking. Her lips taste every inch of me, licking along the veins and lowering to my balls to lightly suck on each one.