Page 190 of Carnal Games

Leaning my nose closer to her cunt, I inhale her scent like an animal. The smell of her arousal fills my lungs as I lick my lips.

I’ve drank more than half a bottle of scotch, yet it’s her I become drunk on.

She trembles and sways as I pull back.

“Part your slit, Iris,” I growl. “Show me your little clit. Your tiny hole I’m going to put my cock in. I want to see my pussy.”

Demurely, her arms lower and trail down her stomach. My fists tighten against the wall on either side of her hips as she exposes her cunt with her index fingers.

“Tilt your hips… just like that.”

I do what I promised.

I stare.

At the way her clit peeks from the hood and throbs. The wetness dripping from her snug entrance. It’s shut too tight thatI’ll have to prepare her with my fingers and make her loose from multiple orgasms if she stands a chance to take my dick.

Her first time is going to hurt, no matter what.

“Make yourself come.”

“What?” She gasps, hands slipping away.

I tip my head, meeting her stunned yet lusty gaze, and repeat, “Play with yourself until you come all over your fingers. We both know if I send you back right now with nothing but a kiss, you’re going to ride your pillow with thoughts of me the second you’re alone.”

The understanding dawns immediately, her eyes going huge. She stammers, “How?”

Taking her wrist, I press her fingers against her slit. “Play.”

No sooner do I remove my grip, her middle finger dips between her folds and rubs up and down. Like she can no longer resist. Grabbing the back of her knee, I throw it over my shoulder. I push her other foot apart so I miss nothing. Afterward, I place my hands back at her sides.

“Uh-uh,” I tsk as her hand slows down. “Keep going.”

“Why won’t you help me?”

“Do you know why you call me sir in that breathless voice?” I ask, as she rubs her juices all over herself. “Because I’m in charge and you love bending to my will. I’ll decide when you’ve earned my fingers, my tongue, or my cock.”

Rolling her thumb around her clit, she whispers, “How do I earn it, sir?”

“By bringing yourself to an orgasm while I watch. It’s all I’ve kept thinking about after I saw you rip your clothes off and grind your tight pussy on my pillow in my apartment. I couldn’t stop staring despite knowing it was wrong to watch my brother’s fiancée. That’s how much power you have over me, Iris.”

“Is that why you came home so late?”

“Yes.”

“So you already saw me naked before tonight and I didn’t even know?”

I meet her gaze. “It wasn’t enough. Nothing beats the view I have right now. Because while I saw every inch of you, I couldn’t hear your voice. The soft sounds you made. The strokes of your finger against your pussy. Your cry of pleasure as you came. Last time, you were thinking of me. I’m here now. Show me how wet I make you. How badly you crave my touch. Be my dirty little slut.”

Nipples tightening at my demand, her lithe body trembles like a leaf. Losing the last of her inhibitions, one finger becomes two and work faster against her core.

Fuck! My shy girl loves dirty talk.

Just when I thought she couldn’t get any more perfect.

Staring at her wet heat, I note how she likes to please herself. The way her thumb keeps flicking her swollen clit while another digit teases her opening. Her dark pink flesh throbs before my eyes, spilling fresh arousal every second. So much, that it slides down her inner thigh.

Snatching her free hand, I press it against her skin, forcing her to gather the wetness. Tilting my head, I grunt, “Don’t waste a drop. Suck it clean.”

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