Page 59 of A Game Of Love

Pleasure spikes through my body, making me moan into the kiss.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he groans, gripping my hip, holding my leg up as he adjusts himself. The new position has him hitting me deeper, the tip of his cock brushing against my sweet spot over and over again.

“Oh, fuck!” I whine. “Yes. Like that. Right there.”

My back arches, pressing my tits into his chest as I enjoy every feeling of ecstasy this man is bringing to my body.

“Are you going to cum for me, Lilly? Is this pretty little cunt going to strangle my cock and soak it?” he asks, voice thick and gravely.

“Yes.” I nod frantically, another orgasm building quickly. He brings his hand between us, and I nearly lose my mind when his finger finds my sensitive clit. “Oh. Oh,” I whimper.

“That’s it, baby,” he grunts, his hips slapping against mine. “Take it. Take my fucking cock. Be a good girl,il mio cuore,and fucking cum for me.”

My eyes squeeze shut, and I gasp, nails clawing at his back as my second orgasm hits me. “Bishop!” I scream, my walls clamping down around him as I shudder under him.

“Yes. That’s it, baby, fuck. You're going to make me cum. You're so damn tight,” he grunts. “Fuck.”

I hardly get to come down from my high before he’s pulling out of me. I whimper at the loss, but then he’s flipping me over so that I’m on my hands and knees. He grips my hips, lifting my ass higher. Still weak from moments before, I let my upper half fall to the bed.

Face down, ass up.

I feel open and exposed, but the way he groans, bending down to press a kiss against my used pussy, has me shivering with pleasure.

“You wanna get fucked, Baby Girl?” he asks as the tip of his cock teases my wet slit. It's a rhetorical question because as soon as the words leave his mouth, he’s pushing his cock back inside me, thrusting back forward, hard.

I scream in pleasure, hands gripping the blanket as he starts to pound into me.

“Of course you do,” he growls. “Because you're my dirty girl, aren't you? You look so fucking sweet and innocent, but really, you just want our cocks don’t you, Lilly? You want to be fucked.”

“Yes!” I scream. Because I do. God, do I ever. Sex with these men is nothing short of amazing.

“Look at you,” he groans. “Taking my cock so damn good. Such a good girl. You should see it, Lilly. The way my cock looks deep inside you. It’s where I fucking belong.”

My eyes roll back every time he drives forward, his cock hitting me at a whole new angle, sending pulses of pleasure right to my core.

“Harder,” I groan.

He chuckles darkly. “You really are a naughty girl, aren't you?” he growls. “You know what naughty girls get, Lilly?”

“N-no,” I gasp.

He answers me by bringing his hand down over my ass. I moan, liking the sting of pain.

“Punished. Do you want me to punish you, Lilly?” he asks me, hand sliding up my spine.

“No. I want you to use me,” I pant out. Something inside me flips. I like his dirty words. I like the idea of him using my body for his pleasure, to know how good I make him feel.

He groans, hand stopping where my neck meets my shoulder. He presses down, pinning me to the bed as his body leans over mine.

He brings his lips to my ear. “Be careful what you wish for,il mio cuore,” he murmurs, lips brushing against the shell of my ear.

I moan, pressing my ass back, forcing him to fuck me harder, deeper.

With a growl, he starts to fuck into me with hard, punishing thrusts. I’m forced to lay there and take it, but I don’t mind.

Every delicious thrust of his hips has his cock slamming into me, hitting me just right.

The sounds that leave my mouth are unlike any I’ve made before. I’m delirious from the pleasure and maybe a little dick drunk. Because this man—this fucking man—knows what he’s doing.

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