Page 347 of Hateful Games

I’m a beast let out of his cage, hungry and primal to claim her for forever this time.

We tear the rest of our clothes, eager to feel each other’s naked skin.

Bending, I take one hard nipple in my mouth, groaning at the first taste of the pierced tip. My tongue laps and flicks until her pleasured moans echo in the dark room. I don’t let up, sucking harder and pinching the other nipple.

“Ahh… yes. Ah!”

Her fingers twist painfully in my hair as she cries out yet arches her chest to push her tit deeper into my mouth.

“Did you touch yourself?” I demand, licking up her delicate throat to her ear. “Did you finger fuck your tight pussy thinking of me, my wife?”

Her small hand wraps halfway around my cock, stroking as she breathlessly confesses, “Yes. Ever since you came back, I couldn’t resist. It wasn’t enough. No one makes me come as hard as you do.”

I thrust against her grip when she makes a fist with both hands around my thick girth and pumps, spreading the precum around my tip. My head drops to the crook of her neck as I groan in ecstasy.

Before she can make me come since I’m already on edge, I throw her over my shoulder. “I need to be inside you.”

“Yes please.”

Reaching the bedroom, I slide her down my body and push her gently until she lands on the soft mattress behind her. Before I can touch her, she crawls to the headboard and switches on the bedside lamp until dim light spills.

The glow allows me to catch the sinful expression on her flushed face. Long red hair making a halo around the contours of her cheekbones.

“Rose.” An edge to my voice when she crawls back to kneel before me on the bed. “Lie back. Don’t make me wait, sweetheart.”

Without answering, a smile playing on her lips, she stands. Reversing our position, she makes me sit on the bed. Stepping between my spread legs, her palms run up my abs, shoulders. Leaning forward, she kisses my mouth and licks the seam of my lips. Our tongues collide as I grab her tiny waist and yank her even closer.

My cock throbs when I don’t flip her onto her back and thrust inside her.

“I need your mouth on me, Nova,” she murmurs shyly against my lips. “Please.”

Like I’ll ever say no.

Hooking my arm around her, I turn and lay her on her back. Keeping my ravenous gaze locked on her hooded ones, I spread her thighs. Cupping and squeezing her tits, I stare at my hands kneading the soft flesh and light brown tips before tracing them lower over her flat stomach and paying equal attention to her belly ring.

Moving even lower, I reach her pussy and freeze.

My fingers tighten as I stare, unblinking, at the beautiful sight I fantasized about so many times. Though they pale in comparison to the real thing.

“Do you like it, baby?” she softly asks, a hint of nervousness in her tone.

Her pierced clit beckons me.

Filthy little girl.

The ring curves around the hood and I spread her open to stare shamelessly, making Rosalie squirm. Flashing my eyes to hers, I somehow manage to ask, “Healed?”

“Yes.”

Holding her immobile, I attack her pussy with my mouth. She screams at the first swipe of my tongue from her asshole to her clit. Taking one knee, I push it up and to the side, spreading her wider. Her juices drive me crazy. So does her loud moans as I swirl my tongue around and suck her clit into my mouth.

One sharp tug of the ring with my teeth and she comes apart on my tongue.

Thrashing and jerking as I slide one finger in to prolong her orgasm.

Her low whimper turns into a sharp gasping moan when I replace my finger with my cock and in one savage thrust, fill her cunt to the hilt.

“Nova!”

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