Page 100 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

Me next.

Omg. Part two please. Can't believe he didn't fuck you.

Invite him back for more.

It went on and on.

My entire face went red hot, but as embarrassing as it was, I was surprised to realize that it was a bit of a turn on, too. All these people had watched what we had done and liked it.

I looked over at Jonas.

"A couple more of these and I can probably start school a semester early."

I snorted. He wanted me to help him get into grad school? That was it? He thought he could just use my body while he made all the money?

"What's in it for me?" I demanded.

He gave me a deadpan look.

"You get to fuck me. Remember?"

I swallowed.

"Right."

His hand landed on my thigh. Then when our eyes met, he slid his palm onto my zipper, letting it rest there for only a moment before he started to feel my length through my clothes.

I took in a breath, moving back to give him more room.

We weren't in front of the camera, and he was doing it anyway, so I wasn't going to stop him.

God, he looked so sweet down there on his knees. How the hell could someone so naughty have such an angel's face?

"Watch the video," he ordered and reached for the mouse, scrolling up for me.

I ended up with a view of his smooth ass as he was sliding a thin dildo into it. My mouth went dry. Then he was unzipping my pants, and I didn't know where to look.

With no hesitation, he took my cock out, held it firmly in his hand, and just looked at it for a long moment before shaking his head.

“So unfair,” he whispered, and before I could ask what he meant, he leaned forward to taste it.

The moment his tongue touched the tip, a breathy moan left his lips. He took his time licking me until I was gripping the armrests and lifting my hips up for more.

Finally, he looked up at me, his light brown eyes dark with arousal as he opened his mouth around my tip and took me down as deep as he could, his eyes fluttering shut.

We both moaned, and the sound and feel of him around me had me bucking accidentally and ending it too soon. He pulled back as my cock pressed too deeply into the back of his throat.

"Sorry," I muttered, automatically reaching for his hair.

It was so soft against my fingers that I slowed, not pushing his mouth back onto my cock the way I had wanted to.

"God, you're pretty," I found myself saying.

His eyes met mine and, suddenly, he stood, took my hand, and pulled me up with him.

He took a moment to switch the screen back to the camera view and then turned back to me.

"Come on," he murmured. "To the bed."

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