Page 77 of Wanna Play A Game?
“All of this is mine,” he grunts. “Every last bit of you. From your hair to your tits, to your sweet pussy, to your toes. Mine. And Miles’. And even Ryder’s.”
Sawyer rubs my clit, sending a sensation ripping through me. I moan, and his thrusts come more furiously.
“You don’t keep anything from me, Cali. Nothing.”
Pleasure fills me and starts to build in my clit. I tense. Sawyer rips his hand away and groans. He swells inside me, slams inside once more, and then stills inside me, coming.
“Fuck,” he moans. “Fuck, Cali, you feel so good.”
My high is starting to fade, and I put my hand down to my clit.
“No.” Sawyer snatches my hand away and presses me even closer to the glass. “Bad girls don’t get to come.”
The high fades even more, and I moan. My clit throbs, craving the attention. I can’t move to relieve it.
“Fuck you,” I hiss.
Sawyer half chuckles, half moans. “A punishment is a punishment, bunny.” He pulls out of me, dropping his head to the back of my neck.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
I struggle to get away. I’m still naked from the top up.
“Jesus, dude.”
Sawyer takes a step back so I can move. He looks at me approvingly.
“Do you want me to get a UTI?” I yank the rest of my clothes on.
He watches me, evaluating. “No. Go piss in the yard.”
“What?” I whip my head around to stare at him.
Sawyer raises his hands in surrender. “Sorry, pretty girl. Don’t have a bathroom here. Or toilet paper.”
I flash my teeth in a snarl. This motherfucker. I march to the back door. As much as I hate it, I do need to go, and I do not want to deal with a UTI.
Heavy footsteps follow me out of the house.
I whirl on Sawyer. The sound of crickets fills the air. “Are you really going to watch?”
He smacks a hand over his eyes. “No. Proceed, fair lady.”
I glance around. There’s no privacy. Nowhere to squat. I’ve never done this before. Will I pull my pants down and just go right here? I glance up. It’s even brighter out here now that my vision has adjusted. He’s peeking through one of his fingers.
My cheeks burn. I’ve lost all sense of privacy in every aspect of my life.
I bark, “Do you have a piss kink, dude? Turn away.”
He does as I say.
“No, but Miles might.”
“Gross.” I pull my pants down right where I’m at and squat. “TMI.”
“How’s that? You’ve had the man’s dick down your throat and tongue in your cunt.”
I glower. The more I find out about these men, the more I see them as real people. And that’s unacceptable. “Just fuck off, dude.”
