he Alpha Men's Secret Club 2: Desire Games by Dawn Steele Page A

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and leaving a patch of wetness there. The next slice was placed on a spot below
the first one, and then below. Rust followed the trail. When he reached her
navel, his tongue dipped into it and circuited it with a languorous swirl.
    Each time his tongue danced upon
her skin, a fevered spool of pleasure uncurled in her groin. The fish was
placed lower and lower until Carlo had reached her mons. Rust ate this. Before
Carlo could pick up the next slice with his chopsticks, Rust took it in a
pincer grip.
    “Allow me,” he said.
    He opened up the petals of her
pussy with his thumb and third finger. Then, holding them apart, he wedged the
sliver of raw fish in between her labia and clit. He did the same to the fold
on the other side. Carlo was a desperate observer. His cock tented his
loincloth, and he was so hard it was like a flag.
    Rust took more slices and pushed
them into the molten hole of her pussy – pushed them deep in. The cold fish
was clammy and yet erotic. The walls of her vagina were pushed back, and
further pushed back until she was stretched. She gasped as he continued to fill
her.
    He kept stuffing in more slices
until the tray was empty save the mint and ginger. Her vagina was now engorged
with sashimi, which kept pressing down on the ultra-sensitive spot below her
cervix so that continuous streams of pleasure kept coursing through her entire
groin.
    Rust said to Carlo, “We’re going
to need more fish. Go get us another plate, will you . . . waiter?”
    Carlo glowered and left.
    As soon as the curtain fell, Rust
bent his glorious head down onto her pussy and gently nicked the slivers of
fish between her labia with his teeth. The fish eased out of her hot, enclosed
flesh, and the sudden vacuum it left sent her nerve fibers firing on all
cylinders.
    “Ohhhh,” she groaned.
    Her clit was a livewire, begging
to be caressed, to be touched.
    He did not leave her wanting. He
closed his teeth very gently around her heated, bulging hood and bit down upon
it.
    She combusted then and there.
    Her orgasm seized her and sent
violent tremors throughout her body. He did not relent but pressed down on her
clit with his tongue, stubbing it and moving the tender morsel of flesh from
side to side. Her orgasm was long and drawn-out. Her mind was filled with
explosions and little starbursts of pleasure, each more prolonged than the
previous one.
    When the starbursts started to
abate, he sealed his lips over the overflowing tunnel of her pussy. He withdrew
the first sodden sliver of fish with his teeth and ate it. She writhed with
pleasure. He dipped his tongue into her hole to tease out the second, and he
ate that as well.
    The others were buried deep into
her pussy, and he applied suction pressure to funnel them out. The tendrils of need
continued to ebb deep within her. He poked his finger into the deepest recesses
of her pussy to inch the final sliver out.
    When Carlo finally came back, her
vaginal canal was empty but still throbbing with the unparalleled sensations.
    “I’ve brought you more sashimi,
sir,” Carlo said.
    His eyes were on her and his
erection had abated some from his sojourn into the kitchen. Kate wondered if
some sous chef in there had eased his load a bit.
    “Thank you, waiter,” Rust said,
straightening himself. “It’s now the lady’s turn to feed. Are you hungry, my
darling?”
    The endearment warmed Kate’s ears
and heart. Rust helped her sit up. Her whole body was still aching from the
orgasm she just had.
    Rust stroked his cock.
    “This needs relief,” he said,
“though not in the way you’d think.”
    He sat down and held out a hand
to Kate.
    “Come sit on my lap,” he said.
    She knew what he wanted and went
to him gladly. She was no longer perturbed by Carlo’s watchful gaze. Rust
turned her body around so that her back was facing him.
    But which hole did he prefer?
    He grabbed her hips.
    “Slide me in,” he said in a husky
voice.
    He was asking her to make a
choice. She let the