Page 57 of Wicked Little Games


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“Nothing. Back to my question. Should I give him a dry jerk or let him come in my mouth?”

“You can...you can use your mouth,” she mumbles. “But only if that’s what he wants.”

“It’s so nice to have your permission. Should I tell Jordan that you approve so he can enjoy his orgasm even more?”

“No! Don’t tell him I know or that I’m watching. Please.”

“You will watch in the morning, won’t you? Watch the ecstasy spread across his face as his eyes roll back in his head and his jaw goes slack with pleasure?”

She swallows loud enough for me to hear the gulp. “Yes.”

Bracing a hand behind my ear, I lean toward her and say, “I couldn’t hear you. What was that?”

“Yes, I’ll watch!”

“Good. It’ll be even better for me to know you’re cheering me on as I suck off your fake husband. Now, why aren’t you naked and in bed?” I ask her.

“Time slipped by me.”

“Oh, you were mesmerized by the live feed, weren’t you?” Reaching out to tug on a wet strand of her hair, I remark, “You showered but didn’t bother to comb or dry your hair.”

“Does it matter?”

I shove my fingers roughly through the front of her hair, pulling the tangles as I pile it all up on the top of her head. Then I give her head a jerk, tipping it backward.

“As long as I can pull on it, I’m happy,” I tell her honestly. “Now get on your knees. I’m going to come in your mouth, thinking about my mouth on your boyfriend’s dick. And then...then I’m going to wrap your wet hair around my dick and come in it. But you’re not allowed to wash my cum out until I leave in the morning. Understood?”

“You’re disgusting,” she mutters.

“I know. Now kneel and shut up so I can fuck your mouth.”

“I hate you,” it sounds like she whispers before she sinks to her knees before me. If it wasn’t obvious before it is now that she is not a fan of blowjobs. Poor baby.

Having her and Jordan at my mercy is the most fun I’ve had in a long time. Maybe ever. They both care about each other so much that they’ll do anything I ask if I threaten their loved one.Or in Jordan’s case, he’s just so damn horny for cock, he begs me to touch him.

It’s actually embarrassing how quickly I spill down Maddie’s throat. Taking mercy on her, I even pull back to shoot my release over her tongue, making sure she swallows it all while keeping her damp hair wrapped around my fist.

Pulling her to her feet by it, I shove her in the direction of the bedroom. When we reach the bed, I release her hair long enough to jerk the white, plain cotton tee over her head. An oversized tee that’s no doubt Jordan’s. Then I jerk her panties down her legs.

“Step out of them and crawl up on the middle of the bed. I want you on your hands and knees facing me.”

Maddie does as she’s told, a little hesitant, her mind still on me and Jordan no doubt, the fact that she maybe doesn’t know him as well as she thinks she does.

Hopefully, I’m about to take her mind off him. I undress while watching her waiting so obediently for me. I don’t even bother hanging my suit this time. I leave my clothes where they fall on the floor, only taking a moment to retrieve the string of twelve condoms from my pants pocket.

I’m not using one this time, so I toss them on the mattress and go around the other side of the bed. Grabbing Maddie’s ankles, I spread her legs further apart, then swipe my tongue from her asshole to clit, making her gasp. Sitting on the bed behind her, I haul her pussy up until she’s straddling my chest, pulling her slit down to my mouth. My dick is now under her face, her hanging hair.

“Wrap those strands around my cock and jerk me off while I eat you. I won’t stop until I come.”

“In my hair?” Maddie asks, glancing back at me.

“Would you rather I came in your pussy?” I ask her.

Without another word, she starts winding her long, wet hair around and around my shaft that’s not hard yet, but will be soon, once I taste Maddie’s pussy and hear her moaning my name.

As I expected, as soon as my tongue flicks her clit, she becomes more enthusiastic about jerking me off in her locks. The closer she gets, the faster she strokes, the louder her gasps and cries. I know she’s close when her hand stills, and her head drops forward as she grinds down on my face.

I don’t let her come that easily, though. Spreading her apart with my thumbs, I swirl my tongue into her pussy that’s nearly as tight as it was before I abused it last night. I swear I can still taste the rubbers I used even though she obviously showered. The same goes for her asshole when I tongue it.

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