I cup him there, massaging him over the denim fabric with one hand.
He growls. “Seven.”
I gasp, sucking in the air through my teeth, but continue to massage him, hoping he’ll return the favour when he’s slapped me one last time.
“Eight.”
And there it is. The final blow, leaving me on the cusp of orgasm. The ache is almost painful. “Please Kane, make me come.”
A dark grin creases the corner of his eyes. “That depends on what you play next, Vi. Your turn.” He walks back into the room and takes his previous position on the rug like he hasn’t almost annihilated my cooch.
I don’t bother putting my knickers and leggings back on. If I have to sit there tortured, then so does he. My t-shirt barely covers my ass. I sit on the floor in front of the warm log fire and cross my legs, exposing myself.
“You’re making a mess on my rug.”
“Well, you should have dealt with it sooner.”
He smirks again. Bastard.
But I have the last laugh when I place the word ‘EAT’ on the board. A measly three points was worth the look on his face. Plus, it’s only right I return the favour. “Pants off, Daddy. Time for my second course.”
He unbuckles his belt with a heated stare, molten silver pooling from his eyes as they watch me crawl towards him. His engorged dick is let loose, and I feast my eyes on the plate of meat served before me.
With my teasing tongue, I start at the tip, licking the pearl of salty pre-come from the slit. I trail the blue vein bulging down the side, then bob my head low, sucking in one of his balls. His lashes flicker. The fire from the logs reflects in his eyes, dancing with the silver heat.
I return to the tip, then take him deep. So deep he hits the back of my throat with my hand gripping him at the base. With a slurp, I pop him from my mouth, then do it again. His hand fists my curls, holding my head in place, but he doesn’t get to control this situation. This is my turn, my game now, and I say when he’s done.
I bite down on his dick, causing a jerk of his hip, then I scrape my teeth along his length. A smile forms on my face as I graze along his skin. His eyes narrow in on the act, but I think he likes it. If not, he’s taking it like a man, and he better get used to it. I have three points. So that’s three times I’m going to bite him.
His grip on my hair loosens, and I suck his balls again. A delicacy of mine. When I take his length again, I try to go deeper, settling him further in my throat until I’m gagging and constricting around him. He growls, vibrating low in his belly. I pop him out before he comes all too soon. Where’s the fun in that?
“You’re torturing me.”
Another smile spreads on my face. “What’s wrong, Daddy? Can’t take what you dish out?”
“You’re gonna pay for this, petal.” He emphasises the p, then groans again as I take him deep. He fists my hair, holding my head in place while I gag on his dick.
“Choke on it, Vi.” His eyes roll back in his head. My eyes water. I can’t move my head, but nothing is holding my jaw, and I bite down before he comes. He releases me, and I slide him from my mouth, ending with a kiss on the tip.
“You’re gonna pay for that, baby girl.” Rough hands grip my shirt, tugging at the hem and yank it over my head in one swift motion. Throwing it on top of the coffee table. The letters skitter across the board and drop onto the floor along with my top. He pushes me back against the plush rug. Hovering over me, he tugs off his own t-shirt with one hand, then pulls both cups of my bra down, so my tits spill over the fabric.
My heart pounds like a rabbit trapped beneath a wolf. His hungry eyes, dripping with desire. He doesn’t know whether to eat me or play with me first. His hand slaps my thighs apart. The game forgotten, he holds his dick at my entrance, then runs it along my seam, coating himself in my slickness.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’re not gonna be able to leave here, even if you wanted to.”
“Promise?”
He crushes me with his searing mouth. My nails claw at his neck, willing on his threat. He can keep me here, fuck me until sunrise. I want that. I want him. Why have I been fighting it for so long? There’s no denying this any more.
“I promise, Vi.”
I suck in a breath. He breaches my walls slowly. With my stinging flesh still sore on the outside and now the burning stretch from within, I’m panting. Moisture coats my body. Heat from the fire, mixed with the molten heat from him, stokes the furnace inside of me. It could be blowing a blizzard in here, and I would still be a raging inferno.
He pulls out, then slams back into me, hitting parts of me that make my toes curl. Unable to keep up with his bruising thrusts, I cling to him as if my life depends on it. My nails dig into the ink on his biceps. Wave after wave of pleasure pulses through me with each punishing stroke, reminding me what I’ve missed and threatening me to never leave him again.
“You’ve always belonged to me, Vi.” He ruts into me again. My legs are like jelly, a jiggling mess as he continues his ravishing pace. “Mine to take care of.” His mouth presses against my lips, his tongue licking my moans. “Mine to fuck.”
“Yes, Daddy.” My arms wrap around his neck, holding his face close to mine as he continues to say filthy things to me.
