Chapter 7

Her hands move to my forehead and I can feel the damp touch from the one that was between my legs. She presses my head back and I gladly release her nipple. My hands still hold her tit before me, since I don’t want to take any chances. I hate just how amazing her black nipple looks after it was brought to this point by me.

I look up to see her face practically glowing as she grins. “I love this game.”

Her fingers move down to my cheeks and there’s no dampness to be felt at all. I have a hard time not pulling away as the sent of my dried piss reaches my nostrils. She stops before she reaches my lips as I manage to hold my ground.

The look in her eyes tells me she’s done playing this game. “Do you want to take a shower?”

My teeth clench for a moment as my eyes burn into hers. “Yes, but not with you.”

Her voice hints at something, but she’s continuing on with her fucking game. “That sounds like fun.” I shake my head against my will, which causes her to laugh. “Don’t worry, Jess. I won’t shower with you right now. I’m still playing the game.”

My hands release her tits as she falls to her knees and place her fingers between my still dripping lips, which causes me to fight a shudder, trying to tear through me. “Either you can suck my fingers clean, or we go to your bed and you eat my fucking pussy.”

I hate her with every ounce of my being, and all I really want to do is cut her fucking hand off. She starts to caress my clit, but there’s no pleasure at all from her touch. How the fuck did I ever let myself agree to anything with this fucking bitch?

I groan as I think of the long shower I desperately need. “Not much of a fucking choice.”

Her fingers press a little inside my pussy and it takes everything I have to maintain some degree of dignity as she says, “You’re right, Jess. It isn’t, but I want to hear you tell me what you’re going to do.”

My jaw clenches and it takes a moment before I’m able to speak. “Fine, you fucking bitch. I’m going to eat your pussy.”

She pulls her hand back as she smiles at my words and rises before me. “Don’t bother with the toilet paper and don’t flush the fucking toilet. Follow me.”

She turns around and my eyes become locked on the back of her head as I stand and feel something warm drip down. Her hair seems to dance around her frame as I follow behind her and try to ignore the few drips that continue as I walk. My legs feel weak as I’m led towards something I don’t want to do, but it’s better than having her fingers anywhere near my mouth.