Page 15 of Wicked Games

“Arms up, chére.” I motion for her to raise her arms so I can undress her. Marlowe lifts her arms. I drag the shirt up by the hem, and her full hips have me groaning. “Damn, chére, you is perfect.” She's thick with full breasts and the most perfect nipples I ever seen. I toss the shirt to the side and then move to the boxers she’s wearing.

I slip my fingers under the waistband and pull them down. Her bare cunt was now on display. I eye her suspiciously. “You bare down here?”

“I got waxed before we left for the trip.” She whispers. “I don’t like hair there.”

“I don’t care either way. Pussy is pussy.” I reach between us and let my fingers caress the soft skin of her stomach to the bare mound. “And dis one belongs ta Ollie an me.”

We both walk towards the shower, the sound of running water growing louder as we approach. The steam-filled bathroom encloses us in our own little world. As she steps into the shower, I follow closely behind, the warm water cascading over our bodies. I reach for the shampoo and begin to lather her hair, my touch gentle and careful. Marlowe’s eyes are closed, her face relaxed as she enjoys the sensation.

I continue to wash her body, my hands moving slowly over her curves, savoring the softness of her skin. Marlowe’s breath quickens, excitement, and nervousness clear in the way her body moves. I lean in and press my lips against hers, the taste of the water mingling with the sweetness of her kiss.

Breaking the kiss, I look into her eyes, tenderness, and desire reflected in my gaze. I quickly wash myself up. “Ya ready?” I ask, my voice filled with reassurance. Marlowe nods, her eyes filled with apprehension.

I turn the knob, stoppin’ the flow of water, and step out. She steps out behind me and I hold up a towel to dry her off, then myself. Once finished, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the bed. I lay her down, and my hands explore her body with a delicate touch.

“Has anyone ever had a taste of dis pussy?” I ask, sliding my hand down to her cunt. She shakes her head. “You ever take care of yourself?” I smirk as I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed.

“Well, yeah. What girl hasn’t?”

“Show me, chére.” I bring her hand to her clit. “Get yourself nice an wet for me. Then I’ll eat dis pussy so good you never gon wan run away again.” I lean back on my haunches as I watch her slide her middle finger down to her clit and then inside. Her finger glistens as she pulls it out.

“You turned on, baby girl?”

Marlowe doesn’t answer. Instead, she pulls her knees up, her feet flat on the bed. She spreads herself nice and wide for me and circles her clit. “Oh god. I’m gonna go to hell.”

“Why’s dat chére?” I ask, leaning in so that I am just inches away from her cunt.

“I-I don’t know. It shouldn’t feel good. But it does. I feel dirty.”

“You ain’t dirty. If you wan’ dirty, another time I can take you out back an fuck you in da forest. ‘Sides dat, da only dirty you gon be is what’s on your skin. You t’ink fuckin’s dirty?”

“This way. Yes.” She moans, her fingers moving faster. Her chest heaves up and down. I waste no more time and dive in. My tongue gliding up her entrance, tasting her sweetness. I groan as I lap at the arousal, having never tasted such saccharine pussy in my life. Marlowe continues to touch herself. Her hips lift as she eagerly meets the thrusts of my tongue.

“Oh,” she whimpers as her thighs shake.

The tip of my cock leaks precum as I reach down to spread it over the head. I give myself a few firm tugs to ease the pressure that’s building. I pull back, licking her from my lips. “Still feelin’ dirty?” I ask playfully.

She nods.

“I can make it dirty if dat’s what ya wan’.” I’m irritated now. I knew she would have some hesitation in all this. And while I want to be sweet with her, show her I can make her feel good without hurting her. I’m angry that she thinks sex is dirty. Or at least sex with me is dirty.

Marlowe’s eyes bug. “No, I don’t want that. Please,” she cries.

“You like it when I ate your pussy, right?” I stand up and crawl on the bed, settling myself between her thighs.

“Yes,” she whimpers. Her voice cracks, and the tears hit the comforter.

I reach between our bodies and grip my cock, coaxing her soaking wet entrance. Her thighs relax as I slowly inch my way in.

“Ow…ow. Stop,” she pushes her hands against my chest, attempting to stop me.

“It’ll stop hurting soon,” I say, continuing to push my cock inside her. She is tight like a vise around me. She feels so fuckin’ good. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.

“I said stop. You’re hurting me.” Her hand comes up and smacks me across the face.

I don’t take too kindly to being hit in the face.

“Well, now you had ta gon an fuck it up.” I huff, pulling out all the way. Blood covers my cock.

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