Page 170 of Hateful Games

“You’re craving a taste, huh?” I’m mesmerized when Nova fists his shaft and strokes, spreading the precum that leaks at the tip. Removing his boxers until he’s completely naked, he climbs up until he’s kneeling over my chest.

I’m completely surrounded by his musky scent.

His warrior’s physique.

Tilting my head with a grip in my hair, he continues lazily stroking his beautiful cock with his other hand. My eyes are locked on the slow motion, learning what he likes. He’s not gentle as he fists and roughly rubs his girth, tugging on the piercing.

A moan climbs up my throat while he’s gazing into my eyes, then he spits. The wetness landing on his shaft.

Christ. Why does witnessing that make my pussy clench?

After one final stroke to spread it all over him, he fucking finally brings it to my waiting and eager mouth. Squeezing just below the head, he runs the angry tip around the outline of my lips, teasing me with a hint of his masculine taste.

“Nova,” I whine when he takes his cock away right as I was about to wrap my lips around him. I sound desperate. His slow torment is making me feral. I sound nothing like the girl who hates his guts.

“Open.”

Holding me still, he ever so slowly rubs the crown again. This time, pushing the mushroom head into my mouth. The barbell is cold on my tongue but as I tentatively explore, I love the feel of it. He’s silky yet hard. I close my eyes and suck harder.

But Nova’s harsh growl snaps them right open.

His wild pupils collide with mine.

I swirl my tongue around his cockhead, and I’m rewarded with his precum. He rips his cock away. Like the desperate slut he’s called me, I chase him with my mouth but he stays out of reach. “Nova, please.”

“I knew getting my dick pierced would be worth it.”

“What?” I ask in shock.

A carnal smirk tilts his lips. “I had it done for you, Rose. Call it payback for driving me insane with your belly ring. Now, I have one to torture you with too.”

Absolutely. Unhinged. Man.

It strangely feels like a commitment. Even perplexing is the possessiveness I feel. My heart feeling flattered. The rush of power addictive.

“You’re unbelieve—”

He slaps my mouth with his cock and thrusts inside. A little deeper than before. The surprise invasion has me choking. “I’ve been dying to see you just like this. Stripped naked and beneath me. Hating me but still sucking and begging for my dick.”

Feeding me another inch, he fills my mouth.

Another thick inch and he hits the resistance in my throat.

My back bows when he doesn’t let up and slowly squeezes another inch. He’s not even halfway in. Cutting off my air, he growls, “Suck, sweetheart.”

I do and he moans in pleasure.

When he pulls back, a trail of drool stretches between my panting mouth and his tip. Collecting it on his shaft, he paints my cheeks in our combined spit. “You’re even more stunning than my wet dreams.”

“Give me more,” I whisper.

“I’m going to push deeper,” he warns and thrusts again. “Be a good slut and open your mouth wider.”

Tears spring to my eyes as he shoves himself harder. My nails digging into the headboard for strength when he lifts my head to fit his inches to the back of my throat. His piercing hitting me with every plunge, adding a dirty thrill.

I crave fingers on my clit as he pulls back and thrusts again.

He isn’t deterred when my teeth graze the soft skin of his shaft and moves his hips to fuck my mouth. He does it slowly but repeatedly, my lips stretched wide. A tear falls as my lust mounts.

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