Page 93 of Illicit Games

“Ohh!” I cry out at the sting of his dick slapping against my pussy before he rubs the fat cockhead between my folds back and forth. My fingers twist in the sheets as my heartbeat goesfrantic with lust. I clench when he notches the crown at my entrance.

I’m soaked and ready, burning up for him.

He’s awakened a thirst that only he can quench.

As he pushes against my hole, it stretches and accepts him in without the burning, even though my muscles are slightly sore. At once feeling too much and yet not enough.

“I told you I’d spend hours inside you once you were mine,” he growls in my ear. “And I never go back on my word. So, take my dick like you were born to. Like my good girl. If you don’t, then I’ll fuck you like the dirty whore you are, using you for my pleasure. Your choice.”

He moves his tip in and out of my entrance in shallow and teasing thrusts.

“I’ll be a good girl, sir.”

His cock shoves straight to the hilt in one brutal plunge.

“Ahh! Kian!” I scream hoarsely.

In the next breath, he’s out then slamming into my pussy again.

There’s no time to adjust to his merciless invasion as he holds me captive against his powerful body. Deep and gratifying groans escape his throat as if being inside me is what he needed. His guttural sounds, combined with the utter fullness in my womb, drag sinful moans from deep inside me.

The bed starts to creak and shake. The headboard bangs against the wall loudly as Kian pounds his thick cock into me over and over. My breasts bounce as the unmistakable noise of his balls slapping against my ass joins.

“Such a tight and hot little cunt,” Kian growls. “Got me wrapped around it. I couldn’t even wait till morning to fuck it.”

I’m short of air with his fingers choking me and soaring too high to utter a word.

“Can’t get deeper enough,” he groans in my ear. Grabbing the back of my knee off his leg, he pushes it up until my thigh presses against my side and he thrusts into my core. “Yeah, fuck! Take it, baby.”

“Sir!”

“Fucking clench around me.”

I blindly search for him, reaching back to press my palm against his chest. His hungry mouth latches onto my collarbone, sucking and kissing it. I’m overwrought with multiple wicked sensations and crushed against his hard, muscular body.

Tilting my head, his lips fuse with mine.

Moaning, I yank at his short hair and suck on his tongue. He groans, swirling our tongues together and forcing my mouth wider in a messy and deep kiss. All the while dominating my lips, his cock pistons in and out of me.

He fucks me like a demon, wrecking me with carnal pleasure and making my toes curl. Just when I think he can’t go any harder, he angles his hips and drives into my pussy viciously, knocking the wind out of my lungs.

I wrench my lips away, crying, “Oh god! Fuck!”

“Is my cock too much for my little slut?”

“Y-yes.”

“Then why is it drenching my fat dick?” Lapping at my tears raining down my cheek, he drawls huskily, “Listen to the sucking noises your horny pussy is making, Iris. It can’t get enough of me. It’s begging to be bred with my cum. Isn’t that what you desire?”

“I do,” I moan, squeezing his length with my walls. “I wanna make you a daddy.”

Dropping my leg, he flips me flat onto my stomach. Pushing my thighs apart with his knees, he shunts his hips upward, stilling himself deep in my womb.

I buck vainly, going nowhere.

Pinning me to the bed with the weight of his huge torso and pulsing girth, he cages me with his arms, and rasps, “I’ll be a dad to our kids, rainbow, ’cause Daddy is for good girls… like you.”

His filthy words make my clit throb.