《The Prodigy | ✔︎》61
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REYNA
When we arrived home, we walked up the driveway. Guards opened the front doors to Saint's lovely mansion just so we could enter. The moment we were inside, the guards shut and locked the door.
"So, what's the surprise?" I asked, my voice huskier than normal.
I was ready to throw off my heels and slip out of my dress. There was nothing I wanted more than to get lustfully lost in a world of Saint.
"Where's the chess game?" he asked me. His voice replicated my own, deeper than normal.
I couldn't help but smile as I led the way to my room, making sure to sway my hips a little more than normal. I wanted—no, needed—him to desire me as much as I desired him.
The moment we arrived in front of my door, Saint pushed me in and locked the door behind us. My heartbeat quickened at the thought of him on top of me, taking every bit of me again. I loved having him inside of me, cumming, and moaning in pleasure. Just thinking about it was making my core throb.
He saw the chess game on my bed and didn't hesitate to open it, sitting down on the edge of my bed. I only watched him as he sat the board down on my bed and began to put the pieces into their appropriate places.
"You want to play chess right now?" I asked him, walking over to the bed.
"Have you ever played strip chess, Angel?" he raised a brow.
I sat down on the bed to remove my heels from my sore feet.
"You might want to keep those on." he smirked.
I ignored him. "Strip chess?"
"For every Knight, Bishop, or Rook being captured, that person has to take off one article of clothing. If a pawn happens to capture one of those pieces, the person with the pawn will get to choose what kind of pleasure they want for five minutes, are you up for that?" Saint asked, his gaze dropping down to my breasts with almost every sentence.
"What happens when I win?" I asked.
"If you win, it's your choice what we do for as long as you want. Mi divertirò in entrambi i casi," he said.
"Fine. I'm in. However, it is unfair that you are wearing far more clothes than me. I'm not even wearing panties," I told him honestly.
"Proof?" he raised a brow. I leaned back onto the bed and pulled my knees apart, giving him the perfect view of my shaved pussy. He pulled his bottom lip into mouth, letting his tongue glide across it.
"Although..." I shut my legs. "I'll let you have this advantage. I think you'll need it."
"Don't get too cocky," he told me.
Once the pieces were set up, I didn't hesitate to make my first move. He set it up so I had to go first due to my queen being on the lightest square and his on the darkest.
Once my move was made, he made his own.
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It continued until I captured his Bishop. A smirk came across my face once he stood up and began to remove his suit jacket, leaving him in his shirt, tie, slacks, socks, and shoes. It was way more clothing compared to my dress.
Saint sat back down and made his move. Once again, we kept going until I managed to capture his knight.
"Are you sure you're good at this?" I laughed.
He rolled his eye, removing his tie along with his shirt.
"I thought it was only one article of clothing," I wondered out loud.
"I wanted to make the game a little more fair," he said, his gaze never faltering from the board. I could tell that him losing was really starting to effect him. He was determined to take something other than a pawn away from me.
Using a pawn, I managed to take another Bishop from him. With a grin, I began to tap my chin.
"Hmm, I wonder what I want you to do to me," I said, more so to rub it in that no matter what, I was going to win the game. Chess was something that I played for days when I was younger. It was the only game my uncle and I used to bond over.
"Any suggestions?" I asked.
"Come here," he ordered.
"No, you come here," I said, taking in his defined chest and sexy tattoo. My core wasn't only throbbing but I could feel the wetness gathering inside of me. I was ready for him, and the look in his eye wasn't helping me.
He stood up and walked over to me. All I could do was lean back into the bed, slowly bringing my knees apart.
He grabbed my thighs, gripping them so tightly that the skin around his fingers began to turn white.
"I want you to eat me," I said lustfully.
Saint dropped to his knees and dragged me to the edge of the bed. He didn't need to be told more than once as he leaned down and kissed my clit. A shudder ran through me once he flicked his tongue against it.
I tangled my fingers into his hair, bringing his mouth closer against me. He sucked my clit into his mouth, circling his tongue around it.
I tossed my head back in pleasure once he used his finger to accompany his tongue in thrusting inside of me.
Saint bit down on my clit—which shouldn't have felt as good as it did—just before flicking his tongue back and forth against my bud. Every time he sucked my clit into his mouth, he would push his finger deeper inside of me. Soon his finger turned into two just before it was joined by another.
I raised my hips to get more of him, and he allowed me. I used his tongue as I ground against his face, getting as much pleasure as I possibly could.
I was so close to a climax, and I was sure he could tell. His thrusting sped up and his manipulations of his tongue began to go faster and faster. I was tossing and turning against the bed, convulsing around his finger, and grinding against his tongue. Soon, I was cumming, moaning, screaming his name.
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He slid his fingers out of inside of me and moved down so he could suck up all my juices.
Once I was done, he pulled away and looked at my pussy to admire all the work he had just done.
I slowly closed my legs and did my best to catch my breath so we could resume the game.
"I guess that means it's my turn, no?" he asked. There was a cockiness to his tone that made me sit up and look at the game board just as he managed to capture my bishop. Luckily for me, it wasn't with his pawn.
"Take off the dress," he ordered.
I rolled my eyes, and stood up. I was sliding the sleeves of the dress down my arm until they were just dangling at my sides. I then shimmered out of the dress, watching it pool at my feet.
I could just feel Saint's daring eyes rolling down my body, taking more time at the curves of my breasts and hips.
I then went and captured his Rook. There was almost no way he would end up winning after such a move—at least not with me as an opponent.
Saint went with a safer option and only removed his shoes. I refrained from rolling my eyes and watched as we continued to play the game.
It took me by complete surprise when he used a pawn to capture my knight. I glared at him, noticing the brightened expression as a smile fell across his face.
"What do you want?" I asked, standing up and walking over to him. I didn't exactly need to be told as I got to my knees in front of him. I unbuttoned his slacks and rolled down his zipper. I then hooked my fingers around the waistband of his boxers and enjoyed watching his long, thick, vein cock spring up.
I kissed the tip, and precum touched my lips like a thin coat of lipgloss. Saint tangled his fingers into my hair, leaving me to comply with his every action. He brought my face down to his balls where I sucked them into my mouth. He groaned as I flicked my tongue against them and continued to suck them. Licking from the base to the tip, I sucked his shaft into my mouth.
I used my tongue to circle around his cock as I bounced my head up and down. With his hand in my hair, he made me go faster and faster to the point precum and slobber were rolling down my chin and I almost couldn't breathe. I pulled back to let myself catch a breath before going back down to his balls. Using my hand, I stroked his shaft and enjoyed the sweet sound of my
name coming from his lips.
Slowly, I pulled away. "Well, I guess that was five minutes..."
Just as I started to walk away, Saint pulled me by my hand and dragged me back over to him where he didn't hesitate to pull me into his lap and enter me all in one. A moan climbed out of my throat at the feeling of being full by him. I began to grind against his shaft, enjoying the stimulation of my clit as I did.
Saint pulled my hair back, opening my neck up to him. He bit down on the side of my
neck and sucked my skin into his mouth as I bounced up and down his thick cock that was growing inside of me. I couldn't stop my squeals and moans.
He planted his hands under my thighs, and before I could realize what was happening, he stood up. Immediately, I hooked my
legs around him to keep from falling.
Saint bounced me up and down on his dick, going faster than I thought was humanly possible. My breasts were rising and falling with each thrust. I wasn't sure how he could pick me up and bounce me up and down against him, but I was loving every moment of it. I loved being dominated by him. I loved every massage his dick made with the insides of my vagina. I was loving every moment. My eyes were rolling back in delight and my body was preparing to cum again.
He then threw me back onto the bed on all fours, forcing my face down onto the chess board, ruining our game. Saint got behind me and pushed his length into me. I moaned his name with each thrust as he grew faster, and faster.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Reyna!" he moaned.
He was grabbing my hair again, making my back arch against him. My ass was hitting his lower stomach with every pummel of his cock deep inside of me. I could almost feel him hitting my cervix every time he buried himself deep inside of me.
I began to meet his thrust, and he loved it. He rewarded me with beastly strokes until I found myself shaking in pleasure.
Not soon after, I was cumming.
He did a few more strokes inside of me, and he was cumming as well. He emptied himself inside of me, not letting a single drop of semen escape. Once he was done, he dragged me over to the center of the bed so we could lay down as we caught our breaths.
"We never finished our game." I frowned.
Saint chuckled. "Maybe tomorrow after I do some work. Right now, we have plans for the rest of the night," he said. I looked over into his blue eyes before resting on the smirk that settled on his lips.
"You are such a horny man," I said with a smile.
"You love it," he remarked.
Hiya! I hope you found this extremely hot/nerdy chapter very enjoyable (if you know what I mean). I don't have any announcements other than this book is sadly coming to an end in just a few chapters. Don't worry, SPOILER ALERT—it's a happy ending. I don't like the death threats that come with sad endings lol!
Question: how do you feel about The Prodigy?
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