Page 80 of Cruel Games

I didn’t let him finish his sentence. Wrapping my hand around the base of his erection, I lowered my head over his shaft and took him in as far as the back of my throat and swallowed. I pulled away, enjoying the slide of his huge dick over my tongue, and gave him a bit of suction.

Kendrick moaned and panted throughout the blow job, the hand on my shoulder tightening whenever my tongue swiped the underside of his dick, or I gave him an extra long suck. The low sounds of his pleasure tightened my nipples and made wetness gather between my folds.

I continued worshipping that gorgeous length, drawing out his pleasured moans. Kendrick deserved it after how hard he had fought to save me from the gangsters’ clutches. He lasted longer than I had imagined, but that didn’t matter because it was so much fun to explore what made him groan loudest.

After a while, he clamped his hands around my shoulders and gave me a gentle shake. “If you continue like that, I’ll spend.”

A laugh bubbled up in the back of my throat. Even his dirty talk was polite. Speeding up my movements, I pumped my fist up and down his base while I lashed my tongue around his cock-head.

“Lilah, I’m—”

With a low, sexy moan, he spurted streams of warm, bitter fluid on my tongue. Looking into his glazed eyes, I let his cum gather at the back of my throat before I swallowed.

He leaned back, breathing hard. “That was fantastic. May I return the favor?”

“You won’t need to ask me twice.” I placed my hands on his muscled thighs and stood.

Kendrick’s gaze roved over my breasts, down my belly, and settled on my panties. He slipped his fingers under the lace and glanced up at me, his brows raised in permission.

Maxwell probably would have torn them off with his teeth. I gave myself a mental slap for making comparisons.

“Take ’em off,” I whispered.

He pulled down my panties, careful to keep the delicate fabric intact, and held me as I stepped out from the puddle of lace.

As he laid me on the bed and parted my thighs, he said, “Bloody hell, you’re absolutely gorgeous!”

I suppressed a smile. No one had ever complimented me on what was between my legs.

Kendrick’s hands slid down the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, making me moan with anticipation. He lowered his head between my legs and kissed my pussy.

Sparks of pleasure exploded through my core, and I let out a squeak.

He raised his head. “Was that alright?”

“More.” I raised my hips, silently telling him to get back to work.

Kendrick slid the tip of his tongue up my slit, sending increasingly pleasurable ripples down my thighs. When he reached my core, I clamped my legs around his head.

“That’s it.” The words came out a panting whisper. “Keep going.”

He licked and sucked and swirled his tongue. It was clumsy at first, but with the right encouragement, he built up a rhythm that had me curling my toes. I relaxed my thighs, giving him room to breathe, and he wrapped my legs around his neck, so I rested my heels on his back.

“Oh, fuck,” I murmured. “You’re so good at this.”

Kendrick muttered something unintelligible, but the vibrations of his words sent an extra ripple of pleasure to my core, which clenched and spasmed, hungry for his cock.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head. “Stick your fingers inside me.”

“Are you sure?” he said from between my legs.

“Please,” I growled through clenched teeth.

He slipped a thick finger into my pussy, but it wasn’t enough. When I demanded two, he obliged. My muscles clamped around his thick digits, and he pumped them in and out of me, generating lightning bolts of pleasure through my core, but I still needed more.

Kendrick kept me suspended in a torrent of his busy fingers and tongue, making me bite down hard on my lip and convulse with pleasure. I couldn’t tell if it was because of our hair-raising adventure, my newfound trust in Kendrick, or the fact that I hadn’t been fucked in ages, but this was turning out to be the best sexual experience of my life.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped out.