Games We Play by Dana Isaly

Chapter Thirteen

When I walked into my office she was lying on the couch, her foot propped up on a pillow and one of my hoodies I had left here laid over her lap. She looked up at me when I walked in and eyed me nervously.

“Are you okay, princess?” I asked, squatting down next to the couch. She nodded and looked down at my hands that were clasped in front of me. Grabbing them, she pulled me toward her until I sat next to her on the couch, her fingers running over the blood on my own.

“Do you guys always beat the shit out of people, or was that just for my benefit?” she asked with a smile.

“We can be a bit hotheaded.” She laughed and laid her arm across my waist. “Are you ready to leave?”

“Or,” she said, sitting up and moving carefully to straddle me, “we could finish what you’ve been starting all night.” I pushed my hands through her hair and out of her face. Her lips came down on mine. Her tongue ran across my lip ring, and she moaned as she moved her hips against mine.

“Look what you’ve done to me,” she said, grabbing my hand and pushing it under her dress and onto her sex. I kept my eyes on her as we continued to kiss in between her words. The desperation in her voice was about to send me over the fucking edge.

“Did you make him bleed?” she asked as she pressed one of my fingers and one of her own inside her. Together we moved slowly between her folds, soaking both of our hands.

Fuck, this is hot.

“Yes,” I groaned into her mouth, “Yes, I made him bleed for you, baby.” I could have sworn she got even wetter at that admission than she had been already.

Where the fuck had this girl come from? She was a writer, dressed up in blazers and soft makeup during the day, and then this dark, wild creature at night, baring that side of her only to me.

“I want you inside of me,” she said, still riding both of our hands like her damn life depended on it. “I want to see if you can make me come around your cock the way you can with your fingers.” She pushed us farther into her for emphasis. “And your mouth,” she said, biting down hard on my lower lip.

Her hand left mine and popped open my jeans, pulling down the zipper and reaching down to release me from my boxers. Her soft hand gripped my shaft, and I pulled my finger free of her wet heat and brought it to my mouth, sucking it clean while she watched me. Her eyes were black and hooded with lust while she stroked me gently, too fucking gently, from base to tip and back again.

She was teasing me, letting the tip of my dick roll against her clit while just barely touching me. Both of my hands came up around her throat, and she smiled as she struggled to take in air.

“Put me inside of you, princess,” I demanded. “Ride my cock like the good little girl you are. And when I finally let you come, I want you to scream my name so loudly everyone in this fucking club hears you. Do you understand me?”

As an answer, she lined my head up with her cunt and dropped down with such force I thought I was going to be a one-pump wonder.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” I growled, my hands dropping to her hips and holding her still. I leaned my forehead against hers and closed my eyes. “You feel so fucking good, baby. You’re so tight.”

And she was. Fuck me, she was so tight. She fit around me like a god had molded her just for me, and even though I held her hips still, her inner walls squeezed me. When I opened my eyes, she was smiling. She knew exactly what the fuck she was doing.

“I’m so full,” she said in a pitiful little voice that had my dick twitching inside of her. I wrapped my arms around her and slowly started grinding her hips back and forth, letting her clit take all the friction.

“Does that feel good, baby girl?” I breathed against her mouth. She made a little noise that I figured meant yes as her mouth dropped open and her eyes closed. “Tell me. Use your words, Quinlan.”

“God, you feel so good,” she breathed as her hips kept moving in little figure eights. She swore and started moving a little faster, rolling and squeezing herself on my dick in the most delicious way.

“You’re so wet, princess. Is this what turns you on?” She nodded, moving a little faster. “Does it turn you on to know I broke his ribs? I kicked him so hard I felt his ribs crack.” She moaned and wrapped her arms tighter around my neck. “I straddled him and punched him for daring to look at you. For having the audacity to touch what is mine.”

“Please, Jack,” she said, burying her face in my neck.

“Say it again.”

“Please,” she whined.

“God, you sound pathetic. My sweet little slut. Mine to use how I see fit,” I growled as my fingertips dug painfully into her flesh. She groaned and pushed harder down onto me.

“No one touches what’s mine, Quinlan. Do you hear me?” I reared back and slapped her ass hard, enough I knew it would leave a handprint. She cried out and began lifting herself up and down, impaling herself on me over and over again. “You will never let anyone else,” I said, landing another smack on her ass. “Touch you.” Smack. “Ever.” Smack. “Again.” Smack.

She screamed my name and fell down on me one last time, squeezing me for all she was worth.

Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come,I repeated over and over again in my head. I did not want it to end yet. I was going to savor this. I never wanted to be anywhere else but here ever again. Me inside of her. Her screaming my name. It was my own slice of heaven.

While she rode the wave of her orgasm, I gathered some of her cream on the tip of my finger, bringing it back to an even tighter hole I had yet to explore that night. Her breath hitched as I circled it, bringing more and more of her release back onto it.

“Have you ever had anything in here?” I asked, kissing the sweat off her neck.

“No,” she said, still panting.

“Relax,” I said as I pushed the very tip of my finger in slowly. Once I was up to the first knuckle, she started making the most adorable little whimpering noises. Her hips started to move again. Her breath picked up into little excited pants. I pushed in to another knuckle.

“Oh my God, Jack,” she moaned into my ear. I started moving it slowly in and out of her ass, moving her hips in the same rhythm. Each time, I went a little deeper until my entire finger was sheathed inside of her.

“Come on, baby girl,” I urged her. With my finger moving inside of her, my cock filling her up, and her clit grinding against my body, I knew it wouldn’t take her long to come again.

“Holy shit,” she whispered as I felt her climax again, her greedy little cunt trying to squeeze my dick clean off.

“Quinlan, shit. You’re so tight. I don’t think I’m going to last much longer like this.” I slowly pulled my finger out of her as she came down and regained control of her breathing. “I want to fuck you now,” I murmured in her ear. “I want to mark you as mine with my own release.”

She lifted her head, and I pushed her hair, damp with sweat, off her brow. Her eye makeup was smeared across her face, and her lips were swollen.

“Do it, then,” she said in that bratty voice of hers that I loved so much. I smiled and stood up, causing her to fall off my lap and onto the floor. I looked down at her, my dick pointing directly at her face.

“Asshole,” she said, moving to her hands and knees to stand up.

“Not tonight, babe. We have to work you up to that.” She looked up at me with a scowl. I moved to her side and reached down, wrapping my arm around her middle and lifting her up. She yelped and caught herself with her hands on the couch before she face-planted. I pushed the fabric of her dress up and out of the way.

Before she could open that mouth again, I gripped both sides of her hips and slammed home. I squeezed her ass where I had left the sexiest handprints and used my thumbs to spread her cheeks. I wanted a good view of both holes as I fucked her senseless. I slid out slowly and then back in, watching her stretch for me. She was so wet, so pink, so pretty.

I began to move in rhythmic strokes, bottoming out inside of her each time and watching her struggle to remain standing. I snaked one of my hands around her hips and found her clit, gently massaging the little nub. I was rewarded with the sweet sound of her moaning.

She swore as I picked up the pace, crashing into her like a man possessed.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she repeated over and over again.

“Remember,” I said down to her. “When you come around my cock again, I want everyone in this building to hear you. I want every single one of them to know you are mine, do you understand?”

And then the next words that came out of her mouth pushed me over the edge and had my head spinning.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered. “Please, make me come.” My hips stuttered, and I pinched her swollen nub, making her cry out. A wave of heat flooded my veins, and I felt myself spill into her with her name on my lips. I was barely able to register that she had screamed my name as well before letting her face fall into the cushions.

She twitched around me, milking me for every last drop I was able to give. I held her up by her hips as I slid out of her.

“Are you on the pill?” I asked, completely out of breath.

She nodded.

“Good,” I answered. “Because I want you to keep me inside of you until I’m put back together and ready to go.” I smacked her ass again. “Keep these hips up, and don’t spill a drop.”