Sinners' Playground (The Harlequin Crew #1) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,262

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“Come on then, Rogue, take it out on me. You’re holding back.”

She shoved her hand into my shorts, grabbing my balls and squeezing them until I gasped.

“Motherfucker,” I hissed and she looked up at me with a grin that said she was enjoying this, but I had better ideas of how to make her smile.

I tugged her hand off of my balls, wrapping her palm around my bare cock and groaning as I made her pump it. I smirked at her as she was forced to pleasure me, but before she could get mouthy about it, I pushed my free hand into her panties and sought out her burning hot pussy. I kicked her legs wider, shoving two fingers into her soaking heat and she cried out as I pumped them furiously in and out of her. I released her fist on my cock and she continued to give me the hand job of fury and wrath as I pushed a hand into my pocket and took out a condom.

She snatched it from me, tugged my hand out of her panties and climbed away over the turtle’s head. I groaned, climbing after her and trying to catch her.

“This is torture enough, pretty girl,” I growled as she weaved between the animals.

She ran out of sight and I jogged after her around the carousal with a grunt of frustration, my gaze landing on her shirt on the ground. I smirked as I slowed my pace, striding past a horse with her bra hanging on its ear. As I hounded after her, I found her shorts on the back of a crab, her sneakers discarded on the floor and finally her little yellow panties on the fin of a dolphin.

I hooked them off of it onto my finger, finding the seat of them wet against my palm and my dick got even harder - if that was even possible right now. I tucked them into my pocket and moved after her, rounding a large starfish seat and finding her sitting on the back of the same golden horse I’d found her on before. Her legs were spread either side of it, her back pressed against the pole behind her as she teased her clit with one hand while massaging her breast with the other.

I bit down on my fist, groaning as I approached her. “Where’s the condom?” I gritted out and she shrugged innocently, but her eyes darted sideways and I found it stretched over a swordfish’s face, the tip of it ripped open on the point.

I pushed my tongue into my cheek, approaching her at a predator’s pace as she lifted her chin in a challenge.

“Fuck you, Johnny James,” she said breathily, her tone drawing me in instead of pushing me away.

“Yeah, fuck me, pretty girl,” I ordered as I reached the rear end of the horse.

I grabbed her hips, yanking her closer to me. She gasped as I shoved her hand away from her pussy, running my tongue up the centre of her and her thighs trembled against my hold as I pushed them even wider.

Her hands fisted in my hair and she ground her clit against my mouth as I sucked and teased her mercilessly. I wanted her coming on my tongue fucking pronto and I wasn’t going to be a gentleman about what I did next.

She gasped and moaned and her dog yapped at us in alarm, the poor fucker probably thinking I was eating his mistress for lunch. Which, technically, I was.

“Look away, Mutt,” Rogue demanded before she gasped, quivering against me as I circled my tongue over her little bundle of fun.

The sound of scampering feet told me the dog had run off and I looked up at my girl with a wicked grin. “He might come running back when I make you howl.”

“Stop talking,” she gasped, pushing my head back down between her thighs and I laughed into her pussy before driving my tongue into her tight hole.

She bucked her hips, gasping and moaning as I gave her clit all of my attention next, sucking and kissing before starting up a rhythm with my tongue that had her spilling curses I’d never even heard before.

Her thighs locked around the horse as she moaned loudly, coming beautifully on my tongue and I drank in the flavour of the rainbow with hungry licks.

Her body melted like hot candle wax and I pulled her down off of the horse, smirking at the wet patch she left on its