enough,” she gasps. She wants more and I want to give it to her. I reach under her shirt and free her breasts. Slick moans when my fingers close around her plump flesh.
“Your tits are soft, babe. Softer than a--” I stop because there isn’t anything that compares. I pull the cups down and pull her tits out. I pinch one nipple and then the other, reveling in her soft gasps and her squirming ass. I want to come so bad. I want to pull out my cock, lift her up and ram into her in one swift motion. I want to fuck her so hard and so long that she can’t walk the next day.
“I bet you’re wet underneath these pants, aren’t you? I bet your panties are soaked with your juice. You ever taste yourself?” I’m sure she hasn’t. She’s too shy, too innocent for that. “When you tell me your name, I’ll take off your panties and drink your juice directly from the source. I’ll tongue your pussy so hard you’ll forget your own name. You want that, don’t you?”
A low, long whine escapes from between her lips. “You’re teasing me.”
“Yeah.” Because watching her get turned on, feeling that small orgasm roll through her body, hearing her voice turn from high-pitched to low and back again as she tries to release some of the desire that is building inside of her is the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. “The more I tease you, the better it’s going to be.” I roll the now-hard nipple between my fingers.
“Too much of a good thing is bad,” she retorts.
I respond by slapping her pussy. She cries out, a thready, needy plea for release. I need to taste her, even if it’s just her mouth. I abandon her tits, cup her jaw and angle her face for a kiss. My other hand busies with rubbing the sting away. She tries to close her legs, to keep the sensations in, but I force her open, widening my stance. I deepen the kiss, trying to meld us together so she can see how we belong as one.
I can feel her heat and her need between the layers of fabric and part of me wants to slip my hand past her waistband, under her pants until there’s nothing but her skin and my touch. The slickness of her want would lube my path and she could ride my hand until her cum drips down my fingers.
I keep working her until her whole body arches and she tears her mouth from mine to release a scream. The orgasm shudders through her, like an electric shock traveling from one end of her body to the other. She arches and tries to fly off my lap, away from my relentless touch. I release her jaw to clamp an arm around her waist and let her ride the wave with my fingers still stroking her.
When she comes down off her high, she’s limp as a dishrag. Her head lolls on my shoulder.
“My panties are wet,” she moans and this time it isn’t in need but in distress. My cock can’t tell the difference. The word wet coupled with the word panties is enough to make him thrust forward for attention. I order him to stand down while I rise to my feet, swinging the worn-out Slick up in my arms.
She doesn’t have the energy to protest.
“Into the shower you go and then afterward, hot tub.”
“What about you?” she asks weakly.
“You’re not gonna get any cock until you tell me your name.”
Chapter Ten
Hayden
I sit in the hot tub wondering how I got myself here. I can’t even work out if I’m mad or not. I let out a long sigh, dropping my head back. This tub is what dreams are made of. This whole place kind of is. How am I ever going to talk my sister into leaving here when I’m questioning leaving this place myself? Which is crazy because of course I’m going to be out of here soon. The sexy giant is off his rocker with saying that I belong to him and giving me orgasms that do in fact make me forget my name. I don’t want to tell him my name. This game is too fun to stop now.
“Is the water still warm?” King strolls back into the bathroom with a towel in one hand and a robe in another. He sets them both on the bathroom counter. I fight not to cover my