Page 31 of End Game

This isn’t very different than the position I was in on that table in the basement.

He walks away for a moment again, but then he is back, and I hear the buzz of the vibrator as he turns it on.

Fuck me.

I feel the tickle of his facial hair on my thighs as his tongue parts me, and then spears me.

The man is eating me alive, but then the vibrator presses onto my clit. My hips buck, and he chuckles quietly.

“Stay still, Cami,” he orders, breath brushing across my very wet skin.

My body tries to obey before my brain catches up.

I whimper as his tongue starts exploring again. The way his lips and tongue are moving, it’s like he’s French kissing my pussy.

The vibrator on my clit, alone, is too much and not enough.

I can barely move the way he has me restrained.

I can’t anticipate what comes next.

And I don’t fucking want to.

When I come, his tongue and mouth work harder, deeper.

“Good girl.” His voice drops lower. “Again.”

I whimper.

“That’s it. Again.”

He’s relentless.

His mouth and the vibrator work together as I do come.

“Again.”

The word hits harder the third time he orders it.

Fuck.

He’s already doing it—training me.

My legs are shaking when the vibrator dies, and he finally kisses up my body.

His cock grinds against me while he kisses me deeply.

“Color?” he asks with a dark smile.

“Green,” I rasp. “Possibly dying, but green.”

He laughs softly. “Then you’re not done.”

Holy fuck.

He kisses down my body again.

This time his fingers slide into me. Three, I think.