Not if it’s about your pleasure.
My reasoning wasn’t making sense. I wanted to shake my head, to consider that line of reasoning, but she was standing there, all…delicious.
If this is about her pleasure, not yours, then the debt wouldn’t be paid, right?
That…made sense in a convoluted way.
“Aren’t you going to deal?” Stevie all but purred, and in a daze, I reached for the cards.
I honestly don’t remember what I picked up, if I ever even knew. My hands were just going through the motions of playing poker at that point, with my attention fully focused on the female across the table.
Myfemale.
But apparently Stevie lost again. Or perhaps I lost, but she jumped up first to wriggle out of her panties, and the wood of my chair creaked as I gripped the arms to keep from reaching for her.
Was I panting like a desperate beast? Maybe.
She scooped up the cards without sitting down, and when she leaned forward, her tits swung down so fucking tantalizingly, I realized I was growling continuously.
“Oh dear,” she murmured, flipping over the trash hand she had. “I fold.”
I don’t think I’d even looked at my hand.
Smiling naughtily, Stevie lifted one foot and placed it on the chair where she’d been sitting. Her clothing was strewn about the area, but I couldn’t look away from the way she’dpresentedthat sweet, wet cunt for me. Like it was an inspection.
“I lost, Garrak.” Her tone was too innocent to be believable, even as she hefted her tits in both hands, her fingers tugging at her nipples. “What can I give up now?”
“Gods below,” I groaned, the palm of my hand pressing against my erection, which throbbed alongside my thigh. “You lost on purpose.”
Stevie hummed, plucking at her nipples, rocking her hips forward. “That makes me a bad girl?”
“The worst little slut,” I growled, and was rewarded by a fresh flood of her arousal as she inhaled sharply, her blue eyes glazing a bit more.
I would have to remember that. My female liked to be denigrated?
Well, I would oblige.
“Touch yourself.” I tried to make my tone hard to keep from pleading. “Let me see you fuck your fingers.”
Eagerly, she dropped one hand to her cunt, the first two fingers sliding easily through her arousal while her other fingers tugged at her nipple. I dug my palm against my cock, the pressurenot enoughto satisfy my howlingKteer.
Stevie lifted her dripping fingers, showing them to me, her lips parted, her breaths coming too fast. I could see where her leg muscles trembled as she tried to hold her weight with her legs spread, one on the chair.
“Again,” I growled, and she whimpered as she dropped her hand to her cunt again, caressing herself.
“That’s right,” I crooned, trying to stroke my cock through my jeans. “Such a good slut, following my orders.”
This time, Stevie made a noise like a sob as her eyes rolled back and her movement became more frantic. Her fingers slipped in and out of her cunt, the palm of her hand grinding against her clitoris, her breathing stuttering as she plucked at her nipple…
And I lost my battle with myself.
There was no way in fuck I’d be able to stay on this side of the table andnot touch her. She wasmine, and I was going to make sure she knew it.
Even if I lost her tomorrow.
Shoving my chair away from the table, I stood and stalked toward her.
Stevie
