Page 82 of Cruel Games

“Ready?” I asked.

I curled the pads of my fingers into his hard chest, getting myself some leverage for the cock-ride of my life.

He gave me a sharp nod.

Shifting my weight onto my arms, I raised my hips and slid up his length. Kendrick clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, looking like I was strangling the life out of his dick. Just as his bulbous cock-head stretched my opening, I lowered myself back onto his pelvis.

It was like setting off a pleasure grenade. Shards of sensation sped down my thighs, up my core and down my nerve endings. I cried out with the intensity of it all. This was already turning out to be the mother of all shags.

“Oh!” he moaned. “Lilah.”

The next time I rose, it was gingerly, knowing that the pleasure would be intense. I rocked against his length at an easier pace, staring into his wide, gray eyes.

“I wanted you from the moment I first saw you in the hallway.” His large hands wrapped around my hips. “You’re so beautiful.”

I continued riding that thick, hard cock, reveling in the way it filled and stretched my core. By now, it wasn’t so much of a shock, but the sensations he gave me were terrific. We continued at this pace for several minutes, with Kendrick babbling about how much he’d fantasized about doing this to me.

His words made my head spin and wrapped my heart in a cocoon of warmth. No one, not even Sammy, had ever said such nice things, and the best part was that Kendrick knew my worst secrets yet still accepted me.

“I never want this moment to stop,” he murmured. “You’re incredible. Everything I’ve dreamed of in a girl.”

“You’re pretty amazing yourself,” I said back.

After several moments of fucking and exchanging compliments, Kendrick’s hands clamped around my hips, and he thrust against me, hitting a spot that sent sparks of pleasure through my core.

“Ah!” I cried out.

His eyes widened. “What’s wrong?”

“Do it again!”

Holding my hips in place, he thrust upward, hitting that spot over and over, pumping me with the most intense sensations until my eyes crossed, and I flopped onto his chest, drunk with pleasure.

“Like this?” he growled.

I cried out, squeezed my eyes shut, and blocked everything else but the pressure building around my core.

Stars burst in the blackness of my mind. My limbs trembled with the force of his thrusts, and I lay on his chest, helpless to do anything else but gasp and cry out. Kendrick’s huge dick pushed me over an edge, and my entire body exploded.

“Fuck!”

The muscles of my core spasmed around his dick, which slid in and out of me as I orgasmed. I clung to him, shuddering out my pleasure on his hard chest and he built up to his own climax. Moments later, he stiffened and several low moans filled my ears.

“That was…” he blew out a long breath and rubbed circles on the small of my back with his large palm.

“Yeah.”

I totally understood what he meant. Words couldn’t begin to describe what we’d just shared. Sex between Sammy and me had always been great but never mind-blowing. I guess doing it with the right person made the difference.

He pinched the base of his softening prick and gave me a gentle pat on the back, my cue to get off so he could pull off the condom. After tying a knot in it, he rolled off the bed and threw it in the bin under my desk.

Someone’s phone buzzed. He reached down to the floor and pulled on his boxers.

My brows drew together. “Where are you going?”

Kendrick picked up his pants. “To get us a drink.”

Faint sounds of barking edged onto the periphery of my hearing. I bolted upright and held out a hand. “Wait.”