Page 250 of Hateful Games

He pounces when I make the mistake of looking over his shoulder at the door. My scream is swallowed by his mouth as he unzips my skirt. It drops to the floor until I’m completely nude. An electrifying shiver rocks my entire body.

The music of the club here is louder. The vibrations harder.

It’s nothing over the pounding of my heart.

The throbbing in my clit.

His greedy hand finds my pussy, rubs my wetness around my bundle of nerves while lifting my knee to spread me open. Without warning, he thrusts two fingers deep in my walls.

He’s uncharacteristically rough.

Almost unhinged.

Barbaric as he finger fucks me.

My lungs cave in from lack of oxygen as he fucks my mouth with his tongue. The aggression in his shoulders as I clutch him builds my powerful orgasm.

“No matter how hard I fuck, your cunt is always tight as hell. Always choking my dick like a vise,” he gutturally says, biting my bottom lip. Then my jaw. “My Rose is made to be fucked day and night. Insatiable little slut. I don’t care if I make you mad, upset you, you’re going to spread your legs like my good girl and let me pound your pussy.”

His erotic words keep heightening my senses, my pleasure.

“I’ll let you, Nova. Anytime you want. Anywhere you want,” I rasp breathlessly between whimpers and moans. “But please make me come. I need to, Nova. Please. Please.”

His thumb presses down on my clit.

“Anytime?”

Circling. “Yes.”

“Anywhere?”

Rubbing. “Yes.”

“Why?”

Flicking. Thrust. “Because I’m… I’m your slut.”

“Good girl. Come for me. Soak my hand with your cum,” he commands, pistoning his fingers so hard I rise to my toes and hurtle over the edge.

“Nova!” I ride the wave of ecstasy. “Fuck! Oh god!”

Still in the throes of passion, he forces me to my knees and pushes my hand against his leather belt. Fisting my hair, he tilts my head. “Take out my cock. Make it nice and wet.”

I fumble with his buckle, my hands shaking, but I manage and unzip him. No boxers, his pierced dick springs free, slapping against my lips. Grabbing his ass, I deep throat as many of his thick inches as I can.

How did I not know it was him?

The stretch always left me sore for days. The first time, I didn’t leave my bed for a day. Should’ve known not every man is blessed as my Nova. But the adrenaline, the chase left me incoherent. All I cared about was finding bliss.

“Take. More.” His hand puts pressure on my head, gagging me on his shaft so hard that tears and spit run down my face. “Show me what a filthy slut you are for my dick, Rose. How much you want your holes filled with my cum.”

His precum leaks on my tongue.

I moan at the salty taste, sucking harder.

I cough when he slips from my mouth.

Bending, he pulls me upright and turns me around. My palms slap against the glass wall. My eyes skirting around the club, which I completely forgot about. None of them can see us yet I feel like I’m being watched.

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