Deception's Game (The Misses Book 2)

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Grayson looked down at the piece of resistance. A body so sultry that his d**k throbbed angrily in anticipation. For a moment, he felt ashamed that he, a 25-year-old man, was lusting madly after a newly 18 year-old woman. He held her thighs and pushed her legs forward, working to steady his breathing. He needed to be patient.

“You ready?” He growled at Reeza.

She nodded. She looked more nervous than he had seen her before.

“Put all of you…. in me. I can take it.”

Her body moved in a snake-like motion, beckoning him to partake in her. His heart was racing, his palms were sweaty, as he pressed the tip of his length into her. The heat that seared him urged him to quickly move forward. She cried out in pain. He laid on top of her as motionless as possible, wiping her tears away with his thumbs. He kissed her cheek and rested his face against hers, patiently awaiting for her to give him the green light.

Before she staged his kidnapping, he was one hundred percent sure that he was in love. Though the percentage was still in the nineties, he had no plans of letting this princess go. She pushed her fingers through his hair and whispered, “Please be gentle.”

He cautiously moved himself in and out of her. He yearned to hear her say his name with that sexy voice that matched that seductive face. Her hips pushed into his as he pushed himself deeper into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he took his time grinding on her.

He couldn’t remember the last time he held a woman that close to him. The feel of her n*****s against his chest, the petitiness of her body consumed him. He felt like he could stay in that position for the rest of the night. Her muffled moans were endearing, like she didn’t want him to think she was unlady-like.

“You like this?”

“Yes Grayson. I love it.” she said in a strained voice.

He moved his hands up and down her body, then settled his palms on her bottom. She gripped the sheets and screamed out his name. She was already cumming.

“You keep that up and it's going to be a long night,” he said while she grunted and her body shivered.

—

As they laid in the bed holding each other, the sun peeked through the curtains.She stared at him, then yawned. She wanted to ask him to never leave her side, to only kiss her lips and hold her body for all of eternity. She scoffed at her own naivete and looked away from him.

“I love being with you.” Grayson interrupted her self-doubt.

She turned and looked at him as if she was surprised by his words.

“Is that weird? Am I too old to be saying that to you?” He waited with baited breath to see if he had just ruined their moment. If she responded with ‘I’m too young for that type of commitment.’ or ‘Can we stay friends?’, he was sure that she was about to make the gangster in him cry. [The f**k is wrong with me?]

“It’s not weird. I think I’ve loved you since the first day we met. Tell me how weird that is?” She shrugged, waiting for him to try and one up her.

“Well, that explains the crazy ass antics!” he said, then started to chuckle. Reeza gently punched his arm and whispered, “I’m really sorry for that. I may have taken things too far.”

“You think?” He asked, then rolled over on top of her.

“Woah wait. My v****a hurts. I’m going to need time to recover.”

“Okay then just kiss me.” He rubbed his nose over her ear and then kissed her until he needed to come up for air.

He rolled back off of her and looked towards the ceiling.

“Isn’t your mom going to notice you are missing?”

“No, I am out partying with Debbie for my birthday. “ Reeza said, then dismissed his question.

“If you say so. “

“On another note, am I invited to your graduation ceremony?”

“What?” he said, surprised by her question. He really didn’t expect her to remember, let alone want to come.

“Of course, you can come, but you have to remember we aren’t supposed to be an item.So if the media starts to notice you at different places with me or rooting for me, they will make up their own stories. Then your dad is going to be mad at me and my dad is going to be more mad at me.”

“I get it… More mad? He still hasn’t come to grips with you double mastering in two completely different fields?”

“Not at all. He thinks physics is just a distraction from the family business. He isn’t wrong, but I have to hold on to my sanity somehow. I think I can do both, running the company while working as a researcher. What do you think?”

“Of course. You got two masters in two years. If multitasking was an Olympic sport, I’d sign you up.” She said, then sat up.

“Okay. Just to be clear. You’re mine, right?”

Grayson chuckled. She was a love-struck puppy and he was all there for it. “Yes. I’m yours.”

—--

After the two parted ways, Grayson found himself smiling randomly, periodically. Reeza had touched him in places no one had ever dared or attempted to reach. He slid his black leather facial covering onto his head, then closed his locker and prepared for his shift.

Walking through the club filled with half naked bodies, women and men screaming their shameless screams. The red light that touched every corner of the small building gave way to sadism, masochism, and a slew of raptured residents that just wanted to be free. Amidst the sweating and writhing, the harsh smell of cinnamon apple spice and musky cologne flowed from room to room on a bed of recycled air.

Today would be a light day as he expected. The number of men that could afford the higher end packages in Lagos did not require her services. He was okay with that. Her scars from the last crazy client had just barely healed. He was okay with her not having clients at all and sitting in her room swinging on her swing like she was on a playground, blasting heavy metal through her headphones.

He stood in his watchtower watching her, regardless of who came through the door. It was like a song that he enjoyed hearing, so he kept it on repeat. He had been her owner for more than a year and he understood why his uncle was in love. But that very thought made him remember that he had someone. Someone that would be the very turning point in his life in upper society. Someone willing to fight for his right to be a physicist and not just a businessman.

When Licious finished with her last client, he quietly entered the room as usual and removed her from whatever contraption was set up for the hour. She stood up, her legs still shaking and weak from the interaction, and she removed her entire suit. She stood in front of him, a gorgeous big-breasted female with a d**k that could challenge his own.

She turned towards him and settled her body onto his lap. He was used to feeling her breasts against his chest, her laxed p***s in his lap. This time it was hard. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, the softness of her length scaled his stomach. This was new. His first reaction was to push her away, then he felt the whips on her back. He held her in his arms just as tight. Then she spoke, “Just a little.” Was all she said but she sounded like a s*x demon who had just requested a small portion of his soul.

He graciously took out his proverbial pen and signed away, ‘just a little bit.’ of his soul. She unzipped his pants and his length stood hard and strong. He had only thought a few times about how it would feel to be inside of her and it happened with a dissuaded nod. He held her bottom as he pushed his length inside her.

Then he rested back on his hands and watched the show. She bounced hard and fast on top of him while holding her length in her hand. Every nerve in his body was on fire. He held his breath, he still did not want her to hear his voice. If he had spoken while she did such things to him, he would have been officially betraying his love for Reeza. Not speaking or saying her name was his atonement. Only his saviour knew that he wanted to be damned just for a chance to do this with her again.

Sweat beaded under his mask and started to exit the bottom of it, rolling through the hairs on his chest. Her sperm drizzled all over him like donut icing. His c*m continuously spurt into her, seemingly endless. When his body stopped shaking, the look on her face caused him to shake a little more.