Page 144 of Heartless Game

“Yes, please,do it,” she begged.

I played with her like that for a bit, getting her ready, before withdrawing my finger and adding a second, making sure to rub her walls and work her G-spot each time. She started writhing again, humping against my hand. Adding a third finger was more difficult: I’d done it before, but no matter how many times we fucked, she was still tight. I spent more time with three fingers, playing her pussy with the same patience I practiced stick work during drills. As I worked her cunt, I listened to her moans, her pleading turn to gibberish. She was begging to come again.

“I’ll let you,” I promised. “Just not yet. Now, take a deep breath and exhale when I tell you.”

She inhaled loudly, almost gasping, as I slowly and carefully worked a fourth finger into her cunt. Even though my cock was thicker than my four fingers together, the angle made it so tight, it was practically impossible. I couldn’t get past the first knuckle. But I was determined.

“Exhale,” I demanded, and as soon as she did, I withdrew my fingers.

She jerked on the bed.

“Oh god, oh god,” she cried. “Isaac it’s?—”

“We aren’t done, little snoop,” I said as I added more lube to my fingers. “Deep breath.”

As she inhaled, I pushed my fingers back in, using more force this time. The lube helped too, and I was able to get all four inside her the whole way this time. She was squeezing them so tight, my cock was jealous. But he’d get his turn.

I continued to stroke and play with her, using my thumb to rub hard, firm circles against her pulsing clit and carefully opening my fingers to widen her pussy as much as I could, to prep her for the last part. As she moaned and cried and humped my hand, I told her sweet nothings in every language I knew, and some I didn’t. I told her how much I loved her, how beautiful she was, covered in sweat and desperate for me, how perfect she looked with her pussy spread open around my four fingers, how every part of her was made for me, was made to take me—and she would.

“Isaac, Isaac, Isaac,” she chanted my name. “Isaac?—”

Her whole body tensed again. She was about to come.

“Give me your eyes,” I ordered. “I want to see you. Oh, and exhale.”

She may not have heard me, but as she released her breath to cry out, I shaped my hand like a duck bill, pressing my thumb to my fingers, and slid my hand inside her.

My whole. Goddamned hand.

I could feel her pussy, all of her pussy, from the inside. The walls and ridges, where it was puffier and swollen, where it was tighter. The best fucking part was the way I felt her try to clench around me, over and over, as she came with a gorgeous, stunning scream I’d replay in my head forever. Her cunt continued to clench, loosening slightly, as I worked my fist inside her, pumping it, rubbing my knuckles against her G-spot, and twisting my hand, careful to avoid her cervix. Surrounded by her this way—wearing her cunt like a fucking hand puppet as she pulsed around me, forced to take me—made my balls draw up, and I had to take my own deep breaths so I could control my own need to come.

“I love you,” I said, still working my fist inside her slowly. “I love you, bashert.”

“Isaac, it’s so much, it’s so?—”

“No such thing,” I interrupted her.

“—good,” she cried, then choked on her words as she came again.

Fuck.

“I told you you’d love it,” I growled. “Your little cunt is too greedy not to.”

I wasn’t done though. There was one more thing I wanted out of her, before my cock could have its turn. With my free hand, I pushed down her stomach, right above where my fist was. It served the purpose to keep her in place, yes, but as I began shoving my fist in and out of her faster and harder, the pressure from both sides got to my poor girl. She screamed again, coming so hard she squirted, soaking the bed, the sheets, my legs, herself.

Ah fuck, my cock. I didn’t have much longer, and I wanted to come inside her pussy, not on the bed.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl. That’s exactly what I wanted from you,” I praised her. “Now, inhale one more time, hold your breath?—”

My good girl listened to me, following my instructions. Turning my hand and making the duck bill shape with it again, I said, “Exhale, Tovah.”

She released her breath—and the loudest scream of all—as I carefully pulled my hand out of her pretty pussy, so red and swollen, and more open than it had ever been before. I stared for a moment, entranced by the mess she’d made of us, my cock threatening to release the cum I’d been saving for her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, so goddamned pretty,” I said, quickly removing the cuffs from her ankles before dropping the spreader bar on the ground.

Tovah stared at the ceiling with unseeing eyes, limp as a ragdoll. I grabbed her right leg, lifting it over my shoulder, lined up my cock, and pushed inside her. My fist had loosened her up some, and I was able to shove my cock the whole way inside her with one thrust.

“Isaac, I?—”

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