Page 172 of Hateful Games

Thrust. “Two.”

“Three.”

“Four.” Tortuously slow, he plunges in again, yanking me closer. My hands twist into the sheets as I feel his dominance, his restraint. He’s holding back. I try to relax my throat, swallowing another inch.

“Five.”

His cock meets resistance and he stops. Spittle drips from the corner of my mouth. Jerking my head so I’m staring up at him, his handsome face studies my messy one. Tears and saliva run down my hollowed cheeks. Years of breathing exercises during my swimming lessons is the only reason I’m not sputtering for oxygen.

Nova’s expression looks proud and dangerous.

Taking my right wrist, he wraps it around his shaft that isn’t stuffed in my mouth and orders, “You’ll feel and count the rest like this, sweetheart.”

I shake my head.

He stills. “You want my whole dick in your mouth?”

I nod, as much as I can.

His cock throbs and I feel his precum spurt on my tongue. I suck, grazing him with my teeth until I taste more. With a vile curse, he completely pulls out. “Greedy girl.”

“Don’t hold back, Nova. Force it down my throat,” I boldly tell him, almost pleading. “I know you want to.”

The last of his restraint snaps at my filthy request.

“Remember when I said I will use you like my fuck doll?” he darkly asks.

How could I forget? “I do.”

“Good. ’Cause I’m about to.”

I open my mouth just in time for his invasion. He’s a beast let loose from his captivity. Kneeling over me, he cups my head with both hands and forces me down on him.

Halfway in, he rasps in a guttural tone. “Six.”

Seven. “Mhmm.”

“Eight.”

Still not close.

“Nine.”

I reach my hand between my legs and rub my clit just as he shoves the last inch down to the hilt. My nose pressing against his stomach.

“Ten.” He holds me still, breathing harshly above me. “No fucking gag reflex. I should’ve known. You were made for me, Rose. Built to suck my dick.”

Shifting his back so the crown is only in, he savagely thrusts. Choking me a little. His balls slap my chin with every plunge. I rub my clit harder, close to an orgasm.

“Fuck. So good.” His pleasure-filled groans are my melody. “Look at me.”

He’s close.

Forgoing my own climax, I use my wetness to coat his balls. He fucks my mouth harder, pounding mercilessly.

“Hungry for my cum, aren’t you?” he demands. “Keep those eyes on me. Let me see just how much you hate me.”

Thrust.

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