Page 141 of Fake Game

“No.”

I shut off the vibrator, tossing it toward the head of the bed as I go to my side drawer and pull out a condom. Tearing the foil, Iwait a second, giving myself a few pumps as she squirms before me. Deer clenches her thighs as close together as she can while tied up, trying to relieve that pink pussy from all its throbbing.

I roll the condom on, positioning myself back between her legs. I lean down, giving her a soft kiss right as I push myself inside her.

Fuck.

We both let out matching moans. The sensation of finally being inside her is fucking heaven-sent. I’ve been thinking about this for weeks now, and nothing could have prepared me for the feeling. I tense up, reminding myself not to come even though it’s the only thing I want.

My mind reverts to its basest instincts. I thrust into her, rough and hard. The force makes her tits bounce between the bindings, and the vision just spurs me on.Mine. Mine. Mine.I continue to pump into her, gripping her thighs to keep her from moving back. She lets out a cry as I angle her hips slightly, giving myself more leverage to sink deeper.

“Keep up those noises, Sparkles, and I’m going to have to gag you. Can’t have the whole apartment hear how sexy you are when you scream.”

She bites down hard on her bottom lip, eyes squeezing shut as her arms tug against the restraints.

I reach down and rub my thumb over her clit, massaging it and feeling the way her cunt clenches around my cock in response.

“Oh my Gods. Jackson. Please. I’m going to come.”

Her eyes plead with me, short gasps spilling from her mouth as I fuck her hard. Just as I feel her pussy clench again, I pull out.

“No!” she whines.

The absolute wanton desperation on her face is a beautiful sight.

“You don’t get to come until I say you do.”

I run the head of my dick up her slit, watching the way she whimpers. Then I grab her hips, flipping her over so she’s face down on the mattress, and kneel behind her. She barely has a moment to adjust to the change in position before I tighten my hands around her and push back into her hot pussy with a groan.

My patience isn’t going to last much longer.

I’ve wanted this too much.

I piston my hips, relishing in the way her ass slaps against my skin with every thrust. My nails dig into the flesh around her hips, pressing just enough to leave crescent indents. I let go and slap my hands back down, eliciting a deep moan that turns into garbled pleading.

“You want to come?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Well, too—”thrust“—fucking—”thrust“—bad.”

Her keening whimpers fill the room, and it is music to my ears.

“Does my little slut like when I fuck her like this, from behind like a fucking dog?”

“Yes,” she cries out. “Please, Jackson. I can’t. I can’t keep this up.”

She’s right on the precipice, her entire system going haywire. Tears start streaming down her face as her pussy quivers, fighting for its release.

I fucking love it.

“You can come.”

With just those three words, her body goes slack, the tension she’s been coiling to prevent herself from coming unfurls as her orgasm crashes down. Her pussy gushes, milking my cock for all it’s worth.

“Fuck,” I groan as she lets out a strangled sob.

I continue thrusting, drawing out her release as she continues to mutter praises to the Gods in between all her whimpering.I pull out, tearing off the condom, and run my hand over her release before using it to coat my dick. I only last two pumps before I’m coming—my release painting a beautiful picture over her ass and back. I can’t help it, my eyes squeeze shut as I continue lazily fisting myself through what seems to be the best never-ending orgasm of my life.

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