Page 111 of Cruel Games

She gripped my hair instead, tugging on it like a fucking bitch as I freed my cock and shoved her panties to the side in one swift move, shoving myself to the hilt inside her sopping wet pussy as she arched into me and whined to the sky.

The clouds opened up as I buried myself inside her, pouring down on us, turning the barely-dried blood on her body to fresh rivers of red. The water painted us both in the most vibrant shades of life’s essence as I fucked her against that wall, panting and heaving and grunting, not a single coherent word spoken between us. She scratched and clawed at me until I was forced to grab her hands again and pin them above her head, driving my cock harder into her with a snap of my hips.

Sure, I liked to receive punishment, but it felt just as good to dish it out, too. And I’d been letting this frustration, this need, build up inside me as I struggled to give her what she wanted from me. Struggling to give her the obedience our oath demanded.

“Fuck,” I moaned, resting my forehead against her shoulder. “You’re so tight, kitten.”

“Get your prick out of me,” she snapped, her breath coming in desperate panting gasps. “I don’t want you?—”

“Your words say no, but your body saysyes,”I retorted, grinding my dick into her again. “Maybe you just need it from another position to prove me right and make you see how much you like it.”

I pulled her off my dick and spun her around, bending her over at the waist with a shove of my hand. Her palms slapped against the wall as she tried to catch her balance, and before she could utter another word, I was inside her again, her tight cuntswallowing my length like she was made just for me. Solely to take my cock. A perfect fucking fit.

“God, kitten, you’re so fucking wet for me.” My hand slipped around to the front of her dress and I shamelessly hiked it up, my fingers delving into her panties to seek out her clit and drive her absolutely mad with pleasure. I wanted her to collapse for me, to shatter with a curse on her lips, hating me even as she came on my cock and crumpled to her knees at my feet.

I was desperate to show her exactly who she belonged to now. Whose bed she’d lain down in.

“When you lie with the dogs, sweetheart, you get up with fleas. Hope you know that.”

I fucked her so hard her forehead scraped against the brick. I fucked her so rough she couldn’t get a word in edgewise. My cock slid in and out of her, driving us both to the end of a race there would be no winner of. We challenged each other with pleasure we were unwilling to give, but found ourselves struggling to come to terms with anyhow.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d hated and loved someone in such equal measure, couldn’t remember a time I’d cared for a person I hated so damn much, who’d turned my life into a joke, a game, a travesty and an embarrassment, and yet still made me hard every time she so much as looked at me. I’d never wanted someone to cause me pain, never wanted the things she made me want.

But with her, I wanted it all. And I’d have it, or I’d kill us both trying to obtain it.

“No,” she gasped out, her denial turning to moans of appreciation as she arched into my touch, her legs wobbling dangerously.

At this rate, she’d fall down before she could come for me. And that just wouldn’t do.

I had to change that.

There was a set of stairs nearby that led to a boarded-up door,and with a groan of regret, I made the quick decision to drag her off my cock and force her to her knees on the hard concrete there, her hands three steps up, hair hanging in her face as she turned back to look at me as I knelt behind her.

“Spread your legs for me and take it like a good girl, kitten,” I commanded, and just like I knew she would, those knees inched apart, and she let out a little whine as her head fell and that gorgeous forehead touched the space between her palms.

Her lips parted, and I watched as she stared down at the puddles forming in the alley behind us, between my legs, at her feet, growing with every second we stayed in this torrential downpour like this.

“Don’t do this,” she begged, trying desperately to deny she wanted this. She wouldn’t have willingly spread her legs for me if she didn’t.

But I was no rapist. So I gave her a choice.

“Tell me why you want to die, and I’ll let you walk away, and I won’t stop you. Or you can stop pretending you don’t want me and take this dick between those legs covered in the slick of your arousal.”

She whimpered, spread her legs another inch, and arched her back, presenting her ass to me.

I tugged that skirt up over her hips, baring her to the cold, wet night, and yanked her panties completely down this time, ripping them at one side, watching with disinterest as they fell around her knee.

And then, I was inside her, our bodies rocking in tandem, her core hot and welcoming, swallowing my dick whole as she moaned and pleaded for more and fisted her hands.

Every sound, every sigh, every swear was like music to my ears as my balls tightened, as I raced to the finish line, as my fingers reached around and found her clit, found her wet, sopping cunt, and tweaked that little bud, dragging her, willing or not, over the finish line with me.

When she came, I saw stars.

I filled her with my cum as her pussy nearly strangled my cock, pulsing around me like a fucking heartbeat as she moaned and whimpered through her orgasm, her legs shaking, whole body sagging in my grip. I moved my arm to wrap tighter around her waist, her body limp and worn-out, pleasure radiating from her every muscle and tendon.

“You still with me, kitten?” I tucked myself back in my pants with one hand, setting her gently down on her ass on the steps as she turned to face me. “Ivy?”

“Fuck you,” she said, though there was no actual venom in her voice. “I hate you.”

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