Page 178 of With Us

Dahlia wiggled closer to me, arching her back and pressing her ass into my already hard cock. “Are you sure?” She moved away a little. “I really could just go—”

“No.” I cupped her between her legs. She was already wet, and it made my dick ache to be inside her. I missed the wet heat when she twisted to face me and I was forced to let go.

Dahlia slid her fingers from one hand into my hair as she pulled my mouth to hers. Her other hand went between us, wrapping around my dick and stroking the length a few times. She released her hold and ended the kiss. Smiling at me, her fingertips did a maddening little dance as they skimmed my dick. “I’ll just let you get more sleep,” she quickly blurted before jumping out of bed.

I was up and standing on my side just as fast. When she inched toward the foot of the bed, I followed. I paused when she did. Each step, fake out, and shift was mirrored.

Dahlia bunched the bottom of her sleepshirt. As her pussy was slowly exposed, I realized my girl was playing dirty. She tugged the shirt off, exposing her perfect tits and hard nipples, and I nearly fell for her trick. But try as she might to look innocent, her mouth twitched as she fought back a smile. When she threw her shirt and took off in a sprint, I was ready.

I wrapped my arms around her before she even made it halfway to the door. Lifting her off her feet, I tickled her ribs as she kicked and giggled.

“Cut it out!” she shouted through her laughter.

“Make me.”

“You’re gonna end up hurt!” she tried.

“I’ll take that risk.” Dropping her onto the mattress, I followed her down, my knees between her spread legs. I kept my body off hers, though, giving her room to squirm.

Every time she moved, I did, too. She tried tickling me, but got nothing in response. “Not fair,” she pouted. She tried to shimmy across the bed, but I used my arms to cage her in. I was about to spread her thighs farther when her face twisted. “Ouch! Leg cramp.”

I sat back, ass to heels, reaching for her leg to massage it. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

She grinned. “Gotcha.” Moving fast, she rolled onto her knees and crawled across the bed. She was almost to the other side when I put my hand flat between her shoulders, pushing her chest and face to the mattress. Before I could even lift her hips, she was adjusting her knees and tipping her ass. “It’s about time.” Her words ended with a moan as I rubbed the head of my cock through her wetness.

“You play dirty, my gattina.”

“I learned it from you.”

“Maybe I should play dirty now, too.” Rubbing my dick, I used long strokes so my knuckles grazed against her pussy and clit when I reached the tip. She tried to move back, but I pressed my palm down harder on her upper back, keeping her in place.

“You’re evil,” she muttered.

“You started it.”

Flipping her hair, she looked at me over her shoulder. There was so much heat and desire in her eyes, I forgot about the game we were playing and my hold on her loosened. “Maybe I’m a little naughty, too.” She rocked back against the tip of my cock. I moved my fist, and she repeated the motion harder as she took all of it.

My hands went to her hips, but only to steady us while she fucked herself with my cock. I could tell she was getting closer as her speed increased and her rhythm became jerky and frantic.

“Put your hand back where it was,” she ordered on a gasping moan.

I did as she said, my palm pressed firmly between her shoulders. Keeping the other at her hip, I tightened my grip and lifted slightly.

With enough force to take her off her knees, I slammed in a few times. Just as her pussy began to pulse around me, I slowed.

“Not fair,” Dahlia practically growled, trying to find some leverage to push back on. With her knees barely grazing the bed and my hold firm on her shoulders, she wasn’t getting far. Instead, she wiggled her hips. At my groan, she must’ve decided that was the way to get what she wanted. She began to move her hips in small circles.

“Now who’s being unfair?” I pulled almost all the way out.

She tilted her head as best as she could, letting me see her unbelievably sexy smirk. “I told you,” she started before clenching her muscles around me, “I’m a little naughty, too.”

I lost it.

Our game.

My control.

My mind.

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