Page 75 of A Game Of Love

“I got you, baby.” He brushes his lips against my forehead. “I can feel you, Lilly. I can feel your tight pussy quiver around me. You wanna cum again, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I nod frantically, my orgasm building rapidly.

“You wanna be a good girl for me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I answer again; this time, it comes out as a needy whine.

“Then I need that perfect pussy of yours to choke my cock as you cum. Can you do that for me?”

“I’m trying,” I sob. “I’m so close.”

He slips his hand between us, and when his fingers brush against my sensitive clit, I lose it.

My eyes slam shut as my mouth parts, but no sound comes out as my orgasm takes my breath away.

I’m utterly ruined by this man as he continues to fuck me through my release.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashes into me. It’s almost too much; I can hardly catch my breath before another round takes over me.

“That's it, baby. You're doing so good. Taking my cock so well. Breathe for me, Lilly,” he encourages, his voice sounding strained as he brushes some sweaty hair out of my face.

I take in a big inhale, chest heaving with every breath.

My limbs feel like jelly, my body heavy and tired.

“That's it. Good girl. That's my girl. So fucking beautiful,” he says in awe.

He pulls out of me, and I whimper as he flips me over. “What are you doing?” I mumble out.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he chuckles, then I feel him shove something soft under me, propping up my hips.

“I can’t move,” I say sleepily.

“Just lay there, baby. Let me do all the work.” He slaps my ass, making me gasp. My eyes fly open. I move up on my forearms and look behind me just as he thrusts into me.

My body falls forward on a moan.

“Just lay there, Lilly. Take it like a good little whore.”

“Yes,” I moan as he starts to fuck into me.

I fucking love it. I love how unhinged he is for me right now. I’m not glass, I don’t want to be handled with care.

Every intimate moment with these guys, I find out more and more about myself. Like the fact that I have a cum kink, I like it rough, and I’m also into degradation.

There’s something about these sexy, tattooed hockey players owning my body that has me going feral.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “This cunt. This fucking cunt is perfect. Do you know how many times I’ve imagined myself fucking you, Lilly? Owning this tight pussy, making you cum over and over again, and then when I’m done with you, filling you up until you're dripping my release.”

“Do it,” I moan, my body jolting with every slap of his hips against my ass.

His cock is so fucking big that it almost hurts, but the bite of pain mixes with the pleasure and has me flying high.

“You want my cum, Baby Girl? You want me to fill you up?”

“Yes,” I plead.

Toby continues to fuck me hard and fast to the point that I don’t even know what to do with myself.

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