Page 48 of Illicit Games


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“Fuck.” He scrubs a hand over his jaw, gaze sparkling with mirth. “You did leave a sign. Come here.”

I close the gap and slide into the sheets. Crawling to him, I straddle his lap. “Still want me to throw them away?”

He chuckles, running his hand over the fabric. “I can’t believe you stole them.”

“They looked comfy. They smelled like you and I wanted to sleep in something of yours.”

Untying the knot, he comments, “They’re too big for you.”

“Everything about you is too big for me.”

“Poor baby.” His lips graze my neck while his palms push underneath the hem. I clutch his big shoulders as he explores my body. My forehead drops to his chest when his hands mold to my breasts, scraping over my nipples. “Fuck, I love your tits.”

Jerking the T-shirt up, he forces the edge between my lips until I’m biting the fabric. Slipping his hands to my panties,he rips the lace with a sharp tug. Primal desire sharpens his cheekbones as his gaze drags down my nude body.

A muffled hiss escapes my mouth when he cruelly twists my tight peaks, hardening them even more. My treacherous pussy leaks arousal on the sheets between us.

Kian’s gaze dropping to the wet spot, he licks his lips.

“Up,” he commands, still tugging and pinching my nipples. Uncaring that I’m making a filthy mess on his lap.

I rise onto my knees.

Pushing aside the sheets to reveal his huge erection, he grunts huskily. “Spread your pussy lips and sit on my cock.”

A flush creeps to my cheeks as I reach between my thighs, doing as he demands. A tremor racks my body as my clit grazes his shaft when I lower myself down onto him. I can’t help but shift, craving friction. The move parts my slit wider around his length.

Being joined like this with him is both torture and satisfying.

I need him inside me as desperately as I need air.

“Grind on me.” Groping my breast, he warns, “Don’t stop no matter what I do.”

A slave for his rough touch, I nod with my mouth full. Using his shoulders as leverage, I rock my hips back and forth, forming a rhythm that drives us wild.

The abundant wetness from my pussy glides me easily over his girth, sparking wicked pleasure in my nerve endings.

Kian watches salaciously, gaze switching between my face and where we’re connected. Massaging my flesh teasingly, he rasps, “You don’t get any toys. My cock, my mouth, and my fingers are all you get to derive pleasure.”

I rub my pussy faster, accepting his rule.

My eyes and my body tell him that all we need is him.

“You like it, huh?” he taunts. “Such a greedy whore.”

Oh fuck! My inner walls clench at the degrading word.

His lips curl.

Tangling his fingers in my long hair and the other hand around the front of my throat, his mouth descends and latches onto my sore nipple. The shirt falls out of my lips as I cry out at the sensation.

Biting down on my tip, he shoves the drenched fabric back inside my mouth, gagging me. “I don’t want to hear your pretty cries, Rainbow. Not yet. I only want to enjoy my little fuck doll while she shamelessly rides on my dick.”

Closing one hand over my mouth, his teeth and lips devour my tits, painting the flesh in his saliva and hickeys. The hot suction makes my back bow as I grind along his throbbing dick harder and rougher. The ridges along his shaft add to the blissful sensations.

My ecstatic moans come out garbled, mixing with the wet sucking noises of his mouth. A pressure rises in my lower belly, tightening and tightening.

Our lust-heavy eyes lock after he lifts his head, his lips and jaw glistening.