Page 250 of The Bluffing Game

I look down at him; his eyes look up at me, and I feel suddenly bereft as he pulls away.

“I have an idea,” he says.

“What?” I ask him. “You don’t get to change the rules. These are my rules.”

“You just said you want me to go down on you.”

“Yeah.”

“So, you want me to make you come with my tongue?”

“Yeah.”

“So, sit on my face,” he says. “Grind yourself to orgasm on my face.”

“But I don’t want to suffocate you.”

“You won’t.” He laughs as he lies down, pulls me over, and slides me up. “Place that sweet pussy on my face, princess.”

I gaze down at him and shift forward so that I’m sitting on his face. His mouth is directly beneath my pussy, and then he starts sucking and licking, and I’ve never felt something so amazing in my life. His nose gently rubs my clit, and he grabs my hips and moves me back and forth as his tongue fucks me just as good as his cock did. I’m coming hard and fast on his face as I grind into his mouth until finally, I collapse on the bed. I’m breathing deeply, and he’s licking his lips and staring at me.

“That was a very nice dessert. Thank you, Sage.”

“You’re welcome,” I say heavily. I’m out of breath. I feel amazing, and yet I need to feel more of him. “You’ve got five minutes,” I say.

He stares at me in confusion. “Five minutes for what?”

“To do whatever you want to do.”

“But you said⁠—”

“Forget the hundred dollars. Five minutes to take me in whatever way you want.”

I don’t even have time to continue that thought because before I know it, he’s on his knees, and he’s flipping me onto my stomach, and then I feel him lowering himself onto me. He parts my legs, and I feel his cock rubbing against my clit, and he thrusts into me hard and fast.

I cry out.

“You feel so tight and so wet.” He moves faster and brings me up onto my knees so he’s fucking me doggy style. He reaches underneath and squeezes my breasts. “The perfect size,” he mutters into my ear before he reaches down and starts rubbing my clit furiously.

He slams his cock inside of me harder and faster. Before I know what’s happening, he’s erupting inside of me.

“Fuck yeah. Oh,” he groans and then pulls out.

We both collapse onto the bed, and he has a wide smile. “I hope I didn’t take more than five minutes.”

“You didn’t.” I breathe deeply. “I guess I’m just as bad as you, huh?”

He chuckles. “Why would you say that?”

“Because we weren’t going to do this again. It was meant to be off-limits, and yet you can’t resist me, huh?”

“And don’t worry. You can’t resist me either, Sage.”

I lick my lips and nod. There’s nothing else I can say. He pulls me into his arms, and while I know I shouldn’t touch him back, he just feels so warm, so right. I don’t even want to think about what we did. I don’t want to think about why I’m here. I just want peace. I want to forget my pain and my hurt and lie in the comfort of Dalton’s arms.

For one night, I don’t want to be strong. For one night, I want to be me.

“You can touch me tonight,” I say, “anytime you want, but just tonight.”