Wicked Games 6

Wicked

I had made her cum. . Right there against the games room door. And she had come hard. I hadn’t meant for it to happen, but once I had trapped her against that door her fate was sealed. Rational thought left my head and my hand was down her panties before I even thought about it.

I didn’t regret it though. How could I, when I had been dreaming of getting her off since the day I had driven her home from her fancy pants university? And she hadn’t disappointed me. Her body had reacted almost violently. Clenching around me. Drawing me in. Making me want more. It just made me want her more. And that’s where I had a problem because there could never be more between us. Not ever. It would rip the club apart and the club was my life.

“Anyone suspicious?”

I turned the finger that had brought Chelsea to orgasm only hours before in my mouth. I could taste her still. And every time I did it made me throb. What I should have done was pull those tight jeans down her thighs and stuck my ton