Scandalous Games (Arranged Games Book 1)

“Say it again,” I roughly demand.

Eyes glazing over with lust, her grip in my hair tightens as her trembling lips rasp against mine, “Yours.”

“Again.”

“I’m yours, Dash.”

Fusing our mouths together in another hard kiss, I shove her against the nearest wall and lock her wrists above her head. Addicted to her taste and the sound of my name on her full lips, I push my tongue inside and suck on hers until she writhes.

Whimpering, moaning, and so utterly pliable underneath my possessive touch.

If more than a hundred people weren’t just a few feet from us, I would’ve torn off her dress the second she said she’s mine. When I peer into her face, her eyes convey the same desire. The same potent lust. I had planned to fuck her after we ditched this party so I could take all the time in the world and taste her all over before claiming her with my cock.

My patience snapped once I saw her on the dance floor.

Now, I can’t spend another breath without feeling her clenching around my dick.

My need is so dark and feral that my mind chants only one thought.

Take her. Own her. Bind her to me.

Biting her bottom lip between my teeth, I soothe the sting away before kissing along her jaw, her neck, and stopping my mouth on her pounding pulse. Shivers dance on her smooth skin when I scrape my teeth on her collarbone before biting hard.

“Ahh… Dash!” she screams, head thrown back. The fact that she doesn’t care if anyone hears her turns me the fuck on and calls to my depraved side.

And then… there’s no holding back.

I untwist her hair from the fancy updo it’s in until the waves fall in rivulets down to her waist. Pushing her knees apart with my leg, I run my fingertips up her naked thigh through the slit.

“You wore this thinking of me, kitten?” With every inch I trace, the closer I get to the wet heat that I know will be dripping for me. Leaning back, I stare at her heavy-lidded eyes and roam mine down her delectable curves. “Were you secretly hoping to get fucked by your husband? Knew I wouldn’t be able to help myself from pounding this cunt?”

A ghost of a smile appears on her lips and she licks them before whispering, “Maybe.”

“You have an insatiable pussy, wife,” I taunt, sliding my finger underneath her lace panties. The material, so wet that it sticks to her folds. “Always so fucking soaked.”

Dipping one finger between her swollen slit, I glide it from her hidden clit to her entrance and circle it teasingly. Her eyelashes flutter while she breathes heavily, making her dark areolas peek from her dress’ neckline. My mouth waters to taste those sweet brown nipples and I hate not being able to rip her blouse.

“Why do you always have to torture me, Dash?” she whimpers, frustrated.

I narrow my gaze and let her arms drop before circling her throat and fill her weeping pussy with two fingers to the hilt. I trust them so hard that my palm slaps on her clit every time I bottom out. “If anyone is in torture, it’s me from not being able to wrench your top down so I can suck on those hard nipples. I’m the one in torture for not being able to tear that fuck-me dress into pieces just to gaze at that beautiful body. Give me lip again and you’ll be walking naked out of here.”

At my dirty threat, she clenches around my still thrusting fingers. She and I both know I’ll never allow anyone to stare at her as long as I’m alive but like the naughty vixen, she gets off on the fantasy just the same. My cock becomes as hard as granite with every moan I steal from her.

I stretch her hole for my girth by pushing another finger and hitting her inner bundle of nerves that has her grinding and moving her hips fast. Full to the brim with three digits, yet she’s begging for more, her face twisted in pleasurable pain.

“Good girl,” I rasp while flicking her clit. “Ride my hand. Just like that.”

My eyes lower to her bouncing breasts while she clutches my suit jacket. I press closer and crush my mouth against her, swallowing the desperate moans. I finger fuck her harder and deeper until she tries to rise to her toes to escape my ruthless pace but my grip on her delicate neck doesn’t allow her.

“I-I’m going to come,” she mumbles against my lips just as her inner muscles clench. When her rhythm falters and the blush on her skin spreads lower, I know she’s close. Tilting her jaw so I can see the pleasure swarm her pretty face, I pinch her clit until she shudders violently.

“Scream my name, wife.”

“Dash!”

Her pussy spasms and jerks under the force of her climax. Her cries, echoing in the garden for anyone to hear. When I pull out my fingers, they are glistening with her juices. Her eyes flick open when I push them between her parted lips.

My voice is hoarse as I command, “Taste yourself.”

My cock throbs painfully and jerks in my pants when she sucks greedily on my fingers. I stare, mesmerized, at her mouth as one of her hands grips my wrist and tongues my digits like she would my cock. Her soft and hooded gaze doesn’t stray from mine.

The smug look and the feel of her lips is what sends me over the edge.

Keeping her pinned to the wall, I tug my wrist free and unclasp my belt roughly before unbuttoning my pants. I need to be inside her. Now.

Apparently, she wants the same because one small hand collides with mine and she impatiently lowers my zipper. I would smirk if I wasn’t out of my mind with hunger for this woman. Blind to the world but her. I hiss between gritted teeth when she pushes the same hand inside my briefs and wraps her fingers around my girth.

“Take out my cock, kitten.”

Because she loves to drive me mad, she strokes instead of obeying and does it just the way I taught her. With a growl, I slap her hand away and take out my aching dick, leaking with precum. Stroking the column of her throat, I lower my hand and squeeze her tit. “Now isn’t the time to test my patience. Got it?”

“But I want to—”

“You can play with my cock all you want when we get home.” Flicking my chin, I order, “Spread those legs. Wider.”

The slit in her skirt rides high as she does. Stepping closer, I grasp the back of her knee and wrap it around my waist. Pushing my hand between her thighs, I grip the edge of her flimsy panties and rip it off with one hard pull. Bianca’s face pinches when the material cuts into her skin but when I touch her pussy, I have to swallow a groan to find her juices leaking and dripping down.

“You love my barbaric side, don’t you? Fucking you where anyone can walk in?”

Her flush deepens at my smirk and her silence is all the answer I need.

Fisting my length, I rub the crown on her inner thigh, running along her wetness while enjoying the tremor that rocks through her. She sucks in a sharp breath in anticipation and arousal when I inch my dick closer to her waiting pussy.

Like a good girl, she holds the top of her skirt and reveals her bare and shaved pussy for my lustful gaze. Her swollen clit, peeking out from between her pussy lips. Our mutual groan of pleasure fills the air when I slide my cock in and trace her length.

“Fuck. That feels so good,” she whispers, her fingers digging into my shoulder.

“Tell me again, kitten.”

Our eyes lock and she understands what I’m asking. “I was always yours, Dash. Make me yours again.” Thrust.

With a snarl, I shove my whole length inside her to the hilt. The force of my thrust makes her nipples spill from her neckline and I bend down to take one in my mouth. She runs her nails down the back of my neck as I pull out completely before driving into her pussy.

Seven fucking years, I went without this feeling and it’s like coming home.

Still tight and heavenly as I remember, she ruins me for all other women.

“More. Please.” She begs and I oblige by biting down on the hard nub and pulling until she chokes my shaft.

Her cunt is so wet and slippery that she easily adjusts to my size. I couldn’t have stopped even if I tried. I’m as deep as our bodies allow, yet it’s not enough. Nothing short of running in her bloodstream will be enough.

Grabbing both her knees, I hold her against the wall and thrust savagely and mercilessly. With each plunge, I replace the touch of any man who thought she was theirs. Who believed they stood a chance with her. Who fucking dared to come near her.

“Mine.” The sound rising from deep within. “My wife.”

“Yes.”

“Look at you taking every fucking inch, kitten.” I growl against her parted lips. “For such a good girl, you have a greedy pussy.”

“I can’t believe I have you inside me again, Dash.”

“Your pussy was always mine to own.” Thrust.

“It was only a matter of time before I had it again. Now I’m never letting you go, wife.” Thrust.

“My cock will be the last you’ll ever know.” Thrust.

“Ahh… Yes. Yes!”

Her pleasured cries urge me on and I slam inside her harder. Deeper. Rougher. Every time I bottom out, her pussy squeezes like she’s trying to keep me in. The feel of her maddening and satisfying all at once. Her full tits shaking from the drive of my thrusts, leaving only the obscene slapping sound in the air.

Helpless to resist, I spank her right nipple and pinch before paying the same attention to the other. The rougher I become, the wetter her cunt becomes. She gushes her juices and I feel them drip to my balls as they slap against her.

She’s so far gone in her lust that she doesn’t realize I’m fucking her bare. It feeds the possessive beast in me. It’s a good thing she’s on the pill because there’s no way I’m fucking her with a condom ever again.

Sliding my hands to her ass, I tilt her hips and grind the base of my cock against her clit. She meets me halfway when I lean down and our mouths meet in a sloppy, wet kiss. When she teasingly sucks on my tongue, my shaft pulses and twitches inside her.

“You’re a filthy little cocktease, wife.” I grunt, pulling out until only the head of my dick is in before forcing it to the hilt again and again. Savagely and viciously until there’s no telling where she begins and I end.

Until another orgasm builds in her cunt.

“Come for me again,” I demand, circling and flicking her clit. “Let me feel that pussy choke my dick.”

Suspended between me and the wall helplessly, I don’t ease my punishing rhythm. I whisper filth in her ear and continue my assault on her sensitive nub until I’m the ground she worships on. Few more hard thrusts and she convulses around me with a pleasured yell. I twist her nipple, prolonging her orgasm.

Before she can come down from the high, I pull out and whip her around until she’s facing the wall. Bending her by fisting the silky strands of her hair, I drag my dick from her clit to her entrance and plunge my cock deep in her gaping cunt.

“Dash! Oh fuck! Too deep.”

“But you take me so well, kitten.” Spanking her ass, I gruffly bark, “Stay still while I fill you with my cum.”

Her palms slap on the wall, failing to find purchase as I chase my orgasm. My balls, pulling taut while her cries are music to my ears. I harshly grip her around the waist and lose myself in the sensation of her tightening and clenching. Milking my cock for all it’s worth.

As if she’s consumed in the unhinged way I’m fucking, no holds barred, and it’s sends her over the edge again. Like my filthy little whore she is, Bianca shatters again. It triggers my own and I spill my thick cum in spurts inside her.

“Fuck!” I chant like a mindless beast.

When I finish, I curl my arm around her waist and pull her against my heaving chest. Grabbing the front of her throat, I bring her lips to mine and kiss her softly, reverently. When her shiny brown eyes meet mine, my heart squeezes inside my chest.

An urge I never possessed or dreamt to ever feel rises within me. Love. Contentment.

I’ve fallen for her.

With it comes another scary thought.

Will she forgive me when I confess the brutal truth?