Page 77 of Heartless Game

“Eyes on me,” I ordered, as I removed my remaining gear, tossing it on the ground before stepping into the shower and turning the water on. I’d clean it up later. And I didn’t reprimand her when her eyes dropped from my face to my hardening cock, which grew thicker under her appraisal.

“You like it, gorgeous? He’s hard for you. You made him that way. Youalwaysmake him that way,” I crooned as I slowly stroked my dick, pointing in her direction. “He knows you’re about to make him really fucking happy. Aren’t you?”

Breath shallow, mouth open in a small “o,” she watched me. Smirking, I continued with slow, easy strokes. If I hadn’t been keeping such a close eye on her, I wouldn’t have noticed the way her legs pressed together, thighs clenching.

Yeah, she wanted my cock. Bad.

And I’d give it to her, which meant leaving it alone for now.

Releasing my protesting dick, I filled my hands with body wash, lathering my neck, my chest, my arms and abs, before reaching down to do the same to my cock, my legs, my ass. As I washed my body, I paid special attention to the parts of it Tovah took the most interest in, spending extra time on my pecs and the area between my abs and my hips that formed a V. I’d never noticed it, but she always seemed to get distracted by it. She licked her lips, her eyes glazing over.

“I didn’t take you for an exhibitionist,” she said, and even though her words were dry, the lust in her voice gave her away.

“Only for you, sweetheart,” I said, rinsing the soap off my body before quickly washing my hair.

Once I was done, I wrapped a towel around my waist, drying my hair with another.

“Come,” I told her, knowing I’d be telling her that again soon.

She followed me back into the main part of the locker room. Dropping my towel on the bench, I sat on it, spreading my thighs wide.

“Pants and panties off,” I said.

She glanced around, worried. “But anyone could come in.”

I growled at the idea. “No one’s coming in right now. No one’s going to see you. Clothes off, Tovah. I want to see those thick thighs, those delicious dimples in your hips. That dripping pussy.Mydripping pussy.Strip.”

She stripped slowly, almost awkwardly, leggings off, then red lace panties that matched my jersey she was wearing.

“Hand them over.”

She did. And when our hands touched, I swear to fucking god, my whole arm tingled. It wasn’t even sexual, but something about skin to skin contact with this girl set my whole body on fire.

Mine.

There was a big wet spot on the front of her panties. Without taking my eyes off her, I lifted them to my nose and inhaled.

Somehow, her lemon and sugar scent was stronger here. Sharper, sweeter. And woven in was the musky, earthy scent of raw fucking pussy.

“So fucking delicious,” I growled, before tapping my thigh. “Sit.”

She eyed my cock, which was sticking straight up at that point.

“I’m not fucking you.”

“Who said anything about fucking? I want to finger your sweet little cunt to orgasm.”

She moaned, the sound so soft and perfect, I almost came on the spot.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, she came toward me. The second her thighs touched my knees I reached forward, lifting her by those delectably dimpled hips and dropping her on my thighs so she straddled me. Placing a hand between her thighs, I traced her pussy lips, instantly rewarded by the wetness that greeted my fingers.

“This pussy’s mine,” I told her on a rasp, as I drew circles on her slit before slowly pushing one finger inside her up to the knuckle. Her pussy immediately clenched around it.

“Goddamn, you’re so tight,” I said in a voice I hardly recognized, pulling out my finger and replacing it with two. She felt even tighter like this, and when she shut her eyes and whimpered, it was like sparks flew between us, lighting on my lower spine and making my cock thicken. As I pushed my fingers back into her pussy, I lifted my hips, my bare cock sliding against her stomach.

She looked down at me and moaned.

“That’s right, you like that cock, don’t you?” I crooned as I played with her.

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