Page 46 of The Game

“Me, too…on the pill,” I pant.

“Good,” he says, pushing his girth just barely inside my pussy as I fist his sheets. “Because I’m going to fill you with my cum, and then you’re going to stand up and bend over so I can fuck you from behind and watch it leak out of your pretty little pussy.”

My eyes nearly cross as a whine escapes me, but as promised, his palm slips over my lips, and his face goes utterly demonic.

“Scream all you want,” he hisses, slamming into me so hard tears spring into my eyes. It’s glorious and painful and wonderful and I feel complete for the first time in months. Teddy groans in ecstasy above me, and he’s right—the weed makes this feeling stretch into eternity. Every inch of his skin that touches mine ignites me, and it’s as though my body never ends.

He shudders over me, dropping his forehead to my collarbone as he remains still deep inside me, stretching me blissfully to accommodate his impressive girth. My cunt ripples in response, an orgasm already looming. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans in pleasure. I simply moan against his warm palm, rolling my own hips, attempting to find that friction, that pace I need to push me over the edge, but his dark chuckle stops me.

“Oh, no, bunny. I’m in charge here,” he hisses, lifting his eyes to mine, a new, possessive glint in his eyes. “Just punch me in the fucking face if you need me to stop.”

Despite the severity of this situation, of playing with fire of this magnitude, I don’t want him to stop, and so I snort against his hand, grinning as he does. Shaking his head, he presses a lingering kiss on my forehead as he pulls slowly out, my eyes rolling back and my shoulders arching off the mattress.

“Good fucking girl,” he says huskily, slowly pushing back in, my whines of need trapped against his hand, my breathing erratic. “Look how well you’re taking me.”

And I obey, eyes flitting down through the darkness, widening as I watch him pull slowly out, his thick cock shimmering with my juices, veined and slick and velvety against my own sensitive skin. The sight almost does me in, but then he adjusts his hips and slams back into me so hard it sends a jolt of pain flaring up through my stomach, that bite mingling and morphing with the pleasure and bringing me that much closer to the edge already.

“Such a little masochist,” he hisses, pulling out almost entirely just to slam back in, my knees wobbling. “Hold the backs of your thighs and spread yourself for me.”

I obey his demand, for I know it will bring me pleasure, and as soon as I do, he pistons into me at a furious pace, my yelps and screams and moans still trapped by his strong hand, and the orgasm that builds and tears through me leaves me breathless and seeing stars, the euphoria stretching into eternity, blurring time and space, every stroke of his cock feeling like the first time.

He’s vocal, his grunts music to my ears, the savage look on his face morphing into uncontrolled and unrestrained bliss. “Fuck…fuck…” he hisses, eyes closed as he rams into me so hard I see stars again, his hand slipping away from my mouth so I can cry out into the night as he spills his cum deep into me. I can feel him pulsing inside me, buried so deeply that I never want this to end.

And although he just came, he pulls out, yanks me by my hips to the edge of his bed, flips me over, and stands behind me as my toes just barely brush the carpet. My mind is a whirring mess, my body alive and humming, my lungs struggling for breath.

“You ready for more, bunny?” he says, breathless but more alive than I’ve ever heard him.

“Already?” I hiss in shock. His answering chuckle and the way he kicks my feet apart should be my warning, but he leans across my back, his hard cock pressing against my slick, sore entrance.

“Tried to warn you. I don’t need breaks.”

Gripping handfuls of his sheets, I know from this angle he will decimate me, but I grin to the darkness all the same. Jutting my ass up to entice him, he lets out a low, breathless chuckle.

“Bunny wasn’t lying.”

“Do your worst,” I say, aching to be filled again. He rewards me, thrusting again so deeply into me that I bury my face in his comforter and scream, but he doesn’t stop this time, allow a chance for me to adjust, before he sets his punishing pace and fucks me ruthlessly—even more so than my twins, for there is a clearly defined line between us; there is trust, there are feelings, but we also don’t have anything to lose with one another, and so giving each other our all is the only option.

“Ahh, ahh,” I cry with every brutal thrust.

“You should see yourself…fuck…” he pants. “My cum is all over your cunt and thighs, and I’m going to fill you back up, Alice, and you’re going to take it like the good little slut you are, right?”

“Ye-yes!” I moan clawing my way onto his bed, every thrust making my toes lose purchase of the floor.

“Good girl. Come for me.”

It’s brewing deep within me, that band tightening with each ruthless stroke of his cock. My calves raise of their own accord, pressing tightly against the backs of my thighs, my toes curling as his wide palms grip my ass, his deft fingers digging in and hopefully leaving bruises so I can cherish this moment for days beyond the act. He slows his pace but keeps it just as deep, just as impactful, stroking along that spot inside me that feels like an itch needing to be scratched.

“Oh…oh my God…” I breathe, right on the very edge. He slows even more, drawing it out, but the inevitable tidal wave is upon me. I cannot breathe as this climax hits me, coming from somewhere entirely new, and my pussy clenches his cock over and over and over as he thrusts shallowly and keeps his silky head pressed against that spot.

My thighs and entire body trembles, the orgasm tingling through me from the top of my head down to my toes, electrifying me before I bury my face into his mattress and scream.

“Yes,” he hisses, leaving himself planted. “God, you’re a good fucking girl. Ready to take my cum again, baby?”

“Yes,” I whine, needing it, needing to be filled just so I can overflow again. He leans across my back, fisting my hair with one hand and yanking my face to the side, his lips at my ear.

“Tomorrow night, I’m going to fuck you. And when you go win your little game, it’ll be my cum dripping out of your pussy, won’t it, Alice?”

“Mmm…yes…” I whimper.

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