Page 120 of End Game

“Fuck, I don’t know with the piercings. Go slow, okay?”

“I can go obscenely slow,” I promise her.

And I do.

I watch slowly as each piercing disappears inside her.

It’s so fucking hot.

Once I’m fully sheathed, I make small thrusts until I know she’s okay, then I start fucking her harder.

“Holy fuck,” she gasps. “That feels so good.”

I reach between us and sink three fingers into her pussy.

And fuck, I can feel my own piercings through her.

I make mental notes to tell Micah that, but then my brain is gone again.

She starts moaning and begging.

“More.”

“Deeper.”

“Fuck, I’m so full.”

Then finally, she asks, “Can you stay still and let me fuck you like this?”

“Fuck, Dollface,” I mutter. “Whatever you want.”

“Just hold them… right… there…” she says through stuttered breaths.

Then her hips start grinding on me.

She’s on her back, so it’s more of a roll than a thrust, but then she’s moving faster.

Without her asking, I press my thumb to her clit and in seconds, she detonates.

She convulses and then squirts all over my hand. The base of my cock. My lower abdomen is soaked.

“Fuck, Cami,” I groan.

There’s not much holding me back. Pulling out of her, I paint her in cum, before kissing her neck.

“Only fair to make you dirty, you squirted all over me.”

She laughs, still very breathless. “We’re good at this, too,” she says quietly.

I kiss her on the forehead. “We are.”

Eventually, I get us cleaned up, and even put new sheets on the bed, because apparently Cami created a lake.

And I’m not sure I will ever stop bragging about that in this house.

She settles against my chest, and I think she’s on the verge of sleep when she speaks again.

“Dex?”