Page 74 of Brutal Game

“Never,” Aviva groaned against the panties.

At first, I thought she was saying no, but then realized that I’d spoken out loud. I was so caught up in how good being inside her sweet, tight ass felt, I’d lost control of my words.

Oh, well. She might as well hear the rest.

Gripping her hip to hold her in place, I narrated all of my thoughts to her, no matter how filthy or cruel, tender or vulnerable. I told her how good she felt, how hot, how tight.

How her ass gripped me so hard, it was almost painful.

How I wasn’t even the whole way inside her, and I already wanted to come.

How I was going to fill her slutty ass with so much come, it would drip out of her for days.

How everyone would smell it on her and know exactly what had happened—and that she liked it.

How obvious it was that she liked it, my little pain slut; I could hear it in her moans, feel it in the way her body trembled, see it as her pussy grew sloppier and wetter the deeper I got.

How knowing I was the first one here was so satisfying, I didn’t have a word for it, only a feeling in my bones and chest, a feeling that made a home for itself, permanently.

How I was going to be the motherfucking last person she’d ever feel here. How I’d kill anyone else who even tried.

How I couldn’t imagine ever fucking anyone else, not after I’d had her.

How she was it for me.

I barely heard a word I said to her. I was listening to her moans, not the nonsense spewing from my mouth.

Finally, I bottomed out, my balls resting against her pussy.

“You’re mine, you fucking lying thieving beautiful brilliant sweet perfect little bitch,” I told her in one shallow breath. I needed more, to thrust, to feel her bare skin against mine. I ripped my hoodie and tee off my body, not giving a fuck where they fell, so I could layer my chest against her back.

I ripped the panties out of her mouth, too, needing to hear her as I pulled back and thrust back in.

“I hate you,” she said on a guttural moan.

I kissed her neck, shushed her. “I know, princess, I know. I hate you, too.”

“I hate how much I want you. How I can’t get you out of my head. How you’ve burrowed so deep inside my skin, I’m worried I’ll never get you out. I hate that when you do let me go, you’ll still haunt me forever, and I hate how much I’ll always wish you’d kept me.”

Triumph filled me at her words, at the proof that I wasn’t alone in this insane obsession, this need to be close to her forever. I stroked her hair. “I’ll never let you go.”

I released her, moving one of my hands to grip her soft belly. My other traced down the silky curls covering her pussy until I reached her clit. As I began to stroke figure eights on her clit—the eternity symbol—I continued thrusting, picking up my pace to match her guttural moans as she fought the ropes around her wrists, the jeans around her ankles. Fought, and lost.

And then finally, finally, submitted. She stopped fighting, relaxing into my arms, her moans no longer angry, but begging.

“Doesn’t it feel good to give in?” My voice was deep. I was hanging on for dear fucking life, my balls like rocks, spine hot with the need to come.

“Yes,” she moaned.

God, hearing the wordyesfrom her made my cock so fucking hard, harder than I’d ever thought possible.

“You’re going to come for me, Aviva. You’re going to come, and I’m going to come, too, and fill you all the way up, mark you, own you.”

“Jack, oh god, Jack,” she cried.

Hearing my name on her lips was the last straw. Any remaining control I had snapped, and I powered into her, skin slapping against skin, words tumbling out of me once again, abandoning the figure eights to start spanking her directly on her clitbecause you’re going to fucking come for me, damn it, this pussy was made for me, it’s mine, and it’s going to come so hard for it’s master?—

With a shriek so loud it bounced off the walls, she came, her ass clenching around my cock so tight it ripped the orgasm right out of me. I roared my release, my relief, vision blurring until all I saw was her, just her, only her, would only see herfor the rest of our goddamned lives, you hear me, Aviva? This is fucking it for you, for both of us, goddamnit what the fuck have you done to me?—

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