Page 143 of Heartless Game

“Good, you’re wet enough,” I said, lifting my head, picking up the vibrator and then shoving it in her pussy without any of the care or tenderness I felt for her. But then again, she wanted me this way—rough and demanding, like nothing mattered but what I wanted from her. As the rabbit buzzed, I made sure its ears covered her clit. Leaning down on one elbow, I watched for a bit, entranced by the way she wiggled and writhed, her cunt pulsing with need. Absently, I pumped my cock with one hand.

Just as she grew close to coming, I shut off the vibrator.

“Fuck, I hate when you do that,” she growled.

I laughed. “Don’t lie.”

Flipping it back on, I turned it up to a higher frequency, stroking myself in time to her moans, gasps, and jerks. But I watched her, in tune with how close she was, and just as her body stiffened, I shut it off again.

She struggled again, mindlessly humping the air, trying to shove her thighs together—anything to get friction. Anything to get off.

“Please, Isaac, please,” she begged in a thick whine.

Ah, fuck. Her voice alone almost made me come.

“What do you want, bashert? What do you need?” I crooned.

“You,” she said, and even though my plan had been to play rough with her, I couldn’t help but prowl up her body and drop a few, tender kisses on her perspiring face.

“I love you,” I told her as I kissed her nose, her cheeks, her lips. “I could say it a million times a day, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

“Then let me come!”

I pretended to consider it.

“Nah,” I said instead. I wasn’t going to go sweet on her. No, she needed this side of me—craved the darkness within me. Which was good, because I craved it now, too.

Drawing back, I stroked her face with a finger, murmuring, “You know, there’s something we’ve never done. Something I’ve always wanted to do with you.”

Her eyes grew wary.

“Am I going to like whatever this is?”

I grinned, aware that even my dimples looked feral.

“Probably not at first. But you’ll love it after a while.”

Reaching over her, I grabbed the bottle of lube we kept in the nightstand.

She blinked. “Anal? We’ve done that plenty.”

“No, baby,” I said, kissing her again before whispering in her ear. “I love this cunt so much, but I’ve never gotten my whole fist inside it. Doesn’t she deserve my whole hand? She’s been so good, I think she does.”

“Wait, Isaac.”

I squeezed lube onto my right hand all the way up to my wrist, working it over, and then squeezed more and spread it inside her cunt.

“I’ll go slow,” I promised.

“I—” I could hear her hesitation.

“Do you want to come tonight? Do you want my cock? Because this is the only way you’re getting either.” I was serious. I’d keep her on edge for days if I had to—I had before. “Besides,” I added, suddenly inspired, “I feel like I also deserve a treat for winning the championship for you.”

“Oh, god, fuck—” she began, and I slid a finger inside her, hooking it toward me and rubbing her G-spot.

“Yes,” she cried.

“Is that ‘yes’ consent? Because I can stop…” I teased.

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