Page 53 of The Truths that Deceive

But I want more.

I start pulling out nearly all the way, only to hammer back into her, over and over, her mouth and tongue working, gag reflex massaging me. Pleasure builds inside, focuses laser bright on my cock and balls. But I control the pressure to explode, the slight pain of holding back when the overwhelming urge is to come.

This is something I need to last so I hold on, slamming into her, the sputtering sounds and the wetness that drizzles out of the sides of her mouth driving me closer and closer to the edge.

Fuck, she sucks like she wants Olympic gold. It’s too much.My balls are already tight, and the urge to release consumes me. I push down into her throat and come hard, shuddering and shaking with the violent release.

I hold her there, her throat working hard as she struggles, trying to gasp for air. So I play that dangerous, pleasurable game where I keep her mouth clamped on to me until the point where her vision must blur, until she must be lightheaded, lungs feeling like they could easily burst. I don’t know her actual lung capacity, but I know how long a person can last before they pass out.

She’s almost there.

I finally release her, and she falls back to the ground, taking huge, gasping breaths. Calista coughs and splutters and half rolls on the ground, her skirt totally twisted as she tries and fails to stand. She’s got to be furious right now.

Good.

Tucking myself away, I wipe the blood from my self-inflicted knife wound and crouch in front of her so I can push those bloody fingers into her mouth. “I’ll return the favor, Calista, but I’ll tell you what…” I look around, find the knife, and give it to her. “I’ll take the backpack. And you? Fucking run.”

She raises her head as I stand, and in the dark, her eyes glitter with anger. There’s a smear of blood and drool on her lips, some cum on her chin. She slashes the air with the knife, but I easily move away.

“If you don’t run… just know that I’m not done yet, so…”

“Bastard.”

And she gets up, half falling back to the ground. I stand in her way farther down the track she found in the jungle, and she runs back the way she came.

Grabbing her backpack, I take off after her.

I love this part of the game, where I’m partially satiated,where my prey isn’t sure if it’s real or not, isn’t sure she wants to play. It’s only happened a few times, going this deep with someone. Usually, hard rules are set up.

My game with Calista only has one. If she uses the word Code, I’ll stop. No matter what, I’ll stop. But if she doesn’t…

All bets are off.

I’m fed, but I want to be gluttonous, so I pursue her at a pace, speeding up when I want her to go hard, slowing when I feel like it. I block her at various turns until the light from the mission starts to filter in through the dark trees.

Then I pick up the pace.

I grab her at the edge of the jungle and shove her against a tree. Dipping my head, I bite her so hard on her throat she yelps and throws back her head. Then she reaches for my dick.

With the hand that holds the knife.

I take hold of her wrist and squeeze until she drops the weapon. Then I sink down, and holding her up, I lick up between her thighs and suck on her naked pussy. I alternate between nipping her plump lips and flicking her clit with my tongue. When I suck it hard, she shudders, moaning, and I can feel the pulsations of her orgasm against my mouth.

I’m not done. Fuck, I could lick and eat her all fucking night long.

“Smith…” she whispers, voice a little broken. And I wait, looking up. She sinks down. “I…”

We’re eye to eye and we stare at each other. Electric sparks flare between us.

She’s mine.

In this game of primal play, she’s fucking mine.

“Code?”

“What? Did I use it?” she snaps, shoving me. And because of how I’m crouching I lose my balance and she pounces.

She’s on top of me, her demanding fingersin my hair, mouth close to mine. And it doesn’t take much to free my cock and push into her.

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