Page 82 of The Game

“Look at me when we fuck you,” Jameson growls, and my eyes flutter open, spilling tears of absolution as Tristan’s grip loosens, allowing me to suck in a breath through my nose. His steel-coated irises burn through me, and in that instant he thrusts the rest of his cock into me, burying himself as Tristan groans and shudders and I scream against the sticky, now-flimsy tape. All of us are panting in our own type of exertion, but I keep my eyes on his, watching his fury melt away, replaced instead by that possessiveness I’ve longed for in every moment of weakness I allowed to seep forth in my time away.

“Good fucking girl,” he praises, jaw tight, his hands gripping the backs of my thighs to support me. His words are my undoing, and as Tristan slides out, allowing Jameson’s pearled cock to slip deeper inside me, my eyes roll back and my legs spasm as another orgasm builds, my heart full to bursting as my demons ravage me in the woods, in the darkness I’ve claimed as my own.

CHAPTER 41

Tristan

Blood pools around my gums as I bite my tongue to keep from coming. The coppery tang does little to prevent my body’s natural reaction to sinking into Alice’s perfect cunt, all of my pent up rage melting away the moment her soft, soaked pussy enveloped my cock. Feeling her now being filled and stretched to what is likely a painful degree, feeling the friction and her subsequent clenching has me ready to spill every ounce of cum I’ve saved for her.

I feared she’d somehow not feel the same, that the connection we once held would have been decimated by the events leading up to our reunion, but it’s been the opposite; I am an addict, and she is my first hit in over six months. There will never be another woman on this planet capable of satisfying me the way she does. Her body sings for us on its own frequency. Her scent clings to me even now in these damp, dark woods. Her throat bobs beneath my palm as I ache to close my fist and watch her porcelain face go crimson with need for both my cock and the oxygen I allow her to have.

The urge to comfort her is stronger than it’s ever been, which leaves me reeling. I’ve never felt much of a need to shower her with praise and compassion as Jameson has, but right now, a new protective edge I didn’t know I held for her alone is being sharpened into a deadly knife. Judging by the look on Jameson’s face, if I do offer her a reprieve, he’ll slit my throat. And therein lies the truth of this reunion; she needs the pain to feel absolved, for her guilt to be washed away by our hands, and we need an outlet for the fury we endured for months while trying to get her back.

So I keep my mouth shut, sealing off my words of love and comfort for a time more suited for such things, and instead focus on how I feel—which is pretty fucking good. Jameson thrusts as I pull out, Alice whimpering before it morphs into her moans of pleasure, the sounds so familiar it’s as if no time has passed at all.

“Put your cock in her ass,” Jameson demands. I groan at the same time Alice bucks and whimpers her protests, my biting grin growing. Fuck, he really has been pissed off. He hides it well. Whereas all is already forgiven between her and I, I know he holds grudges secretly, and it will take time to heal a wound that deep.

If fucking her ass helps him get past this, I won’t complain.

With a malicious smile, I press a kiss to Alice’s temple before my fingers skim down her smooth ass cheeks and find her clenched hole. “I can’t wait for my cum to drip out of your ass.”

Her garbled whine turns to a keening yelp as I plant my finger deep inside of her in one thrust, her hole so fucking tight. With my other hand, I pump my cock and press the tip to her entrance, pulling my finger free and giving her no time to adjust as I begin to push inside, a moan of ecstasy leaving my lips unbidden at how she grips me. Jameson’s shallow thrusting morphs into deep, pounding strokes, rocking her small body between ours. She’s gone limp, compliant, moldable as dough in our hands. She is ours in this moment to do whatever depraved desires we want, and she knows we intend to take full advantage of that.

Jameson’s hand snaps out, trapping her cheeks again, forcing her eyes to his before he rips the tape from her lips. With a look on his face to rival that of the devil’s he pinches her cheeks harder, the crimson flush vanishing under his strength.

“I want to hear you cry when we fuck you, dirty fucking slut,” he growls. “Now open wide.”

She’s quick to obey, her body trembling in fear of retribution—not the kind she was raised with, however. She knows how we enjoy punishing. Her night is far from over. So sticking out her little pink tongue, Jameson purses his lips and spits in her mouth, my own eyes rolling back at the sight as I bite my cheek and make it bleed anew so I don’t come yet.

“You’ll swallow everything we give you tonight,babochka, do you understand?”

Her throat bobs under my hand at his words as she nods and obeys.

“I need to come,” I hiss. If either of them move in just the right way, I will whether I want to or not. Jameson seems more than ready as well, hands sliding back down to her hips and thighs, the slap of his skin against hers reverberating through the forest, her skull crashing to my collarbone as she tenses and moans. Finding my own rhythm, my jaw drops open, watching the way her lithe, scarred body writhes between ours, my cock pumping faster and faster in and out of her tight ass.

“Fuck…” I groan, thrusting once, twice, before I pulse deep within her and come harder than I ever have before. She clenches at the same time, her own climax tearing through her as Jameson rides it out, fucking into her so hard she releases a keening scream before he all but rips her from me, his own grunt and subsequent trembles indicating he’s reached a climax of epic proportions as well.

All turns quiet, save for our labored breathing. Alice trembles between us, my cum leaking out of her ass around my cock. Jameson slips out, pulling Alice toward him to allow me to gently pull free. She says nothing, but I expected this; she is allowing us our time to do what we wish.

The one time we truly had to punish her for being a shitty normal teen, we let her stay home from school for the rest of the week. We both lost count of the amount of orgasms we gave her that night, and by the end she’d been a blubbering mess. I think Jameson will want to take her back inside, change the pace, but he instead settles her onto her wobbly feet before pressing her down onto her knees, staring imperiously down his nose at her shocked face. Fisting his already hard cock, I smirk, stroking mine to prepare myself to fuck her throat.

But everything in that moment shifts. Bringing the head of his cock to her lips, she lashes out with a cry, scrambling backwards over dead leaves and twigs and mud, her destroyed pants catching around her ankles. She slumps to her side, her wrists still bound as she wriggles and kicks away with a choked sob.

My eyes snap to my twin’s in horror, but he’s already dropped to his knees, knife flashing in the pale moonlight as he cuts her loose, the tangle of her golden hair snaring on more bracken as I step closer, mortified as she kicks at me now, sobbing as she throws off her shoes with quivering arms. Her leggings soon follow, as though she’s doing everything she can to flee from us, from what just happened.

Sinking to my knees, seeing her like this—like a frightened animal—it decimates me, but Jameson acts quickly, gripping her ankle and pulling her close even against her protests and struggles.

“No—stop!” she cries, slapping at him. “Just let me go, let me go, let me go,” she chants, racked with sobs as he wraps her in his arms, tucking her head under his chin, catching my eyes and silently commanding me to do the exact opposite of what she wants. Tucking my cock back into my jeans, I maneuver closer, slipping my arms around her frail body, pressing my cheek to hers, slowing my breathing so she can follow our lead.

It dawns on me, then, and like an idiot I realize our mistake.

“You never have to do that again, Alice,” I whisper roughly to her, eyes searching the darkness for my twin’s. Her struggles futile against our strength, she calms slightly, shivering from the cold.

“You’re ours,babochka. We protect what’s ours,da?” Jameson whispers, voice hoarse. To my sheer surprise, Alice nods against him before speaking, her little voice trembling.

“I-I’m sorry, I should’ve told—”

“Shh,” I say gently to her, swiping hair from her cheek so our skin can touch unhindered. “You’ve already done so good,moya lyubov.”

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