Page 297 of Hateful Games

He slams harder with a savage growl. After what feels like forever, his groin is against the top of my ass. His length wickedly throbbing inside my walls. I’m stretched to my limits but it’s not enough for him.

Thumb on my clit, he plunges two fingers in my pussy.

The hand holding my waist disappears to whip off my mask. I clench around him when he forces a smaller but thick dildo in my mouth. My eyes widen a fraction of a second later when I realize it has a tie to make it a gag.

I breathe through my nose while he fills every one of my holes.

“Now, I fuck you.”

I scream around the dildo as he twists my hair twice around his fist before withdrawing and thrusting back in. I take his raw and vicious pounding, his groans of ecstasy filling my ears, along with our hips slapping obscenely.

I’m used like a rag doll.

Fucked like a slut.

Taken by my domineering husband.

“Fuck! My beautiful Rose. Mine!” he rasps, covering my back with his chest. His cock driving and swelling deep inside me. His lips tasting my tears, licking my saliva running down my lips. His depravity building another powerful orgasm.

I gulp in air when he removes the gag.

“Nova, you feel so good.” My voice is hoarse. “Hurt so good.”

“Can’t get enough of you. I feel you everywhere, Rose.”

“I know!”

Resting his head in the crook of my neck, his hands roam over my curves as his ruthless rhythm becomes jerky and uneven. His thrusts shallow and short.

“Come with me.” It’s both a command and a plea. “Choke my cock.”

Stroking my clit rough and hard, he buries himself to the hilt.

I’m close, but he’s closer.

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you will.” Grinding against me, he rasps, “Give me everything. Feel how deep I am. In your tight asshole. Your body bound and helpless for my pleasure. Your cunt clenching around my fingers. Your juices making a mess on the floor. My Rose is a good girl, isn’t she?”

“I am… for you.”

“Show me.” A pinch to my clit. “Come.”

His teeth bite down on my collarbone. His fingers bang my pussy.

My orgasm crashes, sending me into bliss.

Nova’s own climax is triggered as my walls cage his cock. Hot, thick, and milky cum spurts in waves inside my ass. My husband’s tortured groans driving me crazy as he spills every last drop, staying buried inside.

Some of his seed leaks.

My limbs and mind exhausted, floating on a cloud, I pass out with Nova’s soft breathing in my ears. Trusting him to take care of me.

As he always does.

Chapter Seventy-five

Rosalie

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