Page 68 of All Hallows Game

His palm hit my other cheek next, as hard as the first, and I bit my lip at the crack of heat and pain. My pussy rippled around his cock, needy and relentless.

His mean little smirk made me shivery. “Your cunt knows who’s in charge, sucking at my dick so desperately. You must want to move so badly.” The faux sympathy was my weakness. Shit. “It must be so hard staying still when every atom in your body is screaming at you to ride me.”

“Miz,” I groaned. “Shut the fuck up.”

Two spanks in quick succession were his reply and my hips jolted at the assault. The motion felt so good that I couldn’t help myself, digging my fingernails into his scalp and shoulder as I circled my hips, pulling up an inch before taking all of him inside, over and over. I hated that he won. I hated that it felt so, so good.

I tightened my fist in his hair in a desperate attempt to gain control, which failed because he was a master and I was fumbling at dominance.

“Such a good girl, pulling my hair the way I like. You worship your god so well.”

Please no praise. Please, please no.

My skin became so sensitive that every place we brushed tingled—my thighs against his, his hands stroking my ass, my chest sliding over his, even my fingers buzzing where I gripped his bare shoulder, the robe having slid off minutes ago. I rose higher every time I rode him, a moan torn from me at the long slide down, at every sensitive spot his tip caressed on the way.

“You just can’t help it, can you?” He laughed, licking a slow, tantalising path up my throat, his tongue swirling over my weakness. Oh fuck, I was done resisting; I was nothing but putty in his hands and we both knew it. “You can’t help obeying me, because you know this cunt belongs to me. This body is mine, this soul is mine, and this heart is mine.”

“Miz,” I gasped, shivery all over, my pussy squeezing him as I rode faster, desperation mounting. I didn’t care about the carpet burn threatening my knees or the fact my hips were growing stiff, my thighs overexerted. I would die if I didn’t continue.

“Every single part of you is mine to command, and even when your stubborn mind forgets that little fact, your clit always remembers. Doesn’t it?”

The first brush of his thumb over my swollen nerves and my fingers slid from his hair, my head falling onto his shoulder as I clung to him, the world on the cusp of falling.

“That’s it,” he encouraged as my hips circled faster, faster. “Obey your god. Make this needy pussy come all over my cock.”

I was on fire. I was drowning. His palm met my ass in a resounding crack, the flash of sharp heat combining with his thumb on my clit into a force of nature. I could do nothing but obey him, nothing but cling to him and screw my eyes shut as I came.

I shook against him, inner muscles clutching him over and over, each wave crushing the stress from me until I couldn’t think of a single worry, my head blissfully quiet and my body calm, still.

Miz’s hands roamed my ass, soothing the warm, throbbing skin or just admiring his handiwork. I was pleasantly floating when his hands tightened and he stood, jostling his cock deeper, raking spots so sensitive that I whined in complaint.

“My universe turning down more orgasms?” Miz snorted, still sounding cruel and smug and wicked. “Strange. A greedy whore like you usually wants as many as you can get. And it would be a shame to waste all this cum you just coated my cock with.”

My back hit something cold and solid. The wall. Without missing a beat, or waiting for my input, he withdrew and drove back home in a ruthless thrust.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

MISERY

Tor and Death would kill anyone who saw our girl naked, who even glimpsed her in the throes of orgasm. Me? I wanted the whole fucking world to see what I did to her, wanted every last person in the realm to see the beautiful, quivering mess I reduced her to. I wondered how long it would take her to realise the wall I fucked her against was a window that overlooked the city.

Power rippled from me, dragged out of me by the force of her orgasm, and already spirits were flocking to the feeling of it, crowding around the base of the castle, pressed to the walls, peering up.

It was only a matter of time before they saw her pressed to the window, her legs wrapped around my waist, the sheer perfection of her pussy swallowing my cock. They wouldn’t see the way her arousal shone on my shaft or the way her pussy clung to it, refusing to let go even as I withdrew for another thrust. Dragging more soft, breathy moans from the woman my whole universe revolved around.

I snapped my hips against hers, holding her up with a single hand as I pulled at her coat, her shirt, discarding the offending garments until she was beautifully bare in front of me, the glass no doubt cold against her back. I made sure to grind the head of my cock in circles, and devoured the sight of her mouth dropping open, pink lips calling me, luring me in for a deep kiss. The sweet taste of her was insanity and salvation; I groaned as I dove into her mouth, my gut clenching at her eager, greedy response.

“That’s my girl,” I moaned against her mouth, filling my palms with her ass, pressing my fingers into her skin and obsessed with the way it dimpled. “Gripping my cock with your pussy, ready to come again like such a good slut.”

Her back arched, her nipples begging for affection. I crushed my lips to hers one more time before I dragged my mouth down her throat, scratching the swell of her breast with my teeth before I pulled a swollen nipple inside my mouth. I sucked her in rough pulses, matching each thrust that drove her ass into the window with a hard drag on her nipple.

“That’s—too deep,” she gasped, fingernails raking my shoulders.

“You need me deeper?” I asked innocently, catching her nipple in my teeth as I buried my cock all the way inside, holding on tight as she arched into me with a cry. Her scent was so thick, peaches and cream and sex like a sumptuous perfume; I gulped it down, my mouth watering, dripping down her stomach. I released her nipple to catch the wet trail on my tongue, licking up her belly to her throat, finding the spot that would convince her to do anything, be anything, just to make me happy.

“I’ll kill you,” she gasped, the breathy sound turning to a whine as I fucked her hard and fast into the window.

My hips kicked forward of their own doing, a shot of liquid heat racing down my spine, pooling in my balls. “God, I love it when you threaten me. Put your pretty hands around my throat.”

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