Foolish Games: A BWWM Romance (Game of Chance Book 1) by Sasha

Author:Sasha [Sasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2015-04-08T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

Wes rolled his hips slowly, the thick head of his cock breaching the tight wetness of Zenobia’s pussy. She was still pretty sore from the previous night, and her eyes squeezed as Wes slowly filled her and she was forced to accommodate his girth.

“So good, you’re so fucking tight.”

Zenobia couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, could barely whimper as Wes slowly came to rest balls-deep inside of her. Her breath came in wheezing gasps, all of her blood rushing south with breakneck speed. Wes’s forehead fell against Zenobia’s, his own breath hot and labored.

“Please,” Zenobia moaned again and again, spreading her legs as far apart as they would go, trying to press against him. “Please, Wes, please.”

Wes’s lips pressed butterfly-light kisses along her neck and collar bone. He began to withdraw slowly, agonizingly so, his tongue following an invisible pattern.

Zenobia cried out brokenly, clenching down hard on Wes’s dick, trying to keep him inside of her, her hands twisting in Wes’s unyielding grip.

“You’re burning up inside, for the love of God, fuckin’ hot, scorching, want to fuck you so bad,” Wes groaned, licking and biting at Zenobia’s throat as if he wanted to eat her up. “Can’t fucking last if I start, wanted this for so fucking long.”

Zenobia writhed underneath Wes.

“You don’t get to do that,” Wes whispered roughly, only the head of his dick keeping Zenobia wide open. “You’re gonna come like this, with my dick buried in your sweet pussy and nothin’ else.”

Zenobia was reduced to one word sentences, unable to spare enough oxygen to keep her brain running smoothly. The pressure on her wrists was enough to skirt the edge of pain, but Zenobia was too far gone to care.

Wes snapped his hips up, filling Zenobia completely, and making her scream.

“Louder, baby. I don’t think everyone heard you,” Wes laughed, his voice rough and sharp, like ice hitting glass.

He took one of Zenobia’s wrists in each hand and used his arms as leverage to slam his hips down onto her over and over again. Zenobia could barely see, so dizzy from the need to come, and from the force of Wes’s thrusts. She did scream, loud and unabashed, not caring if people walking down the street heard them. It just made Wes want to fuck her harder, make her scream louder.

“Come on, come on, can’t you come like this?”

Zenobia’s legs were thrown obscenely wide in the confined space between the bar and the cabinets. She finally opened her eyes and looked up in Wes’s lustful gaze. His blond hair was sweaty, pressed to his forehead, his eyes heavy-lidded and liquid-looking. He looked like a sex God, and Zenobia offered herself up as a sacrifice.

“Please,” she begged shamelessly, thrusting up with every single one of Wes’s powerful thrusts. “Please, make me come, Wes, please, hurts, please…”

Wes bowed his head. Their mouths clashed, his tongue probing past Zenobia’s panting lips and stealing her pleases away. She groaned, a sound that started deep in her chest, vibrating in Wes’s mouth as his pace grew progressively more erratic.

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