Page 91 of Heartless Game

“Tell me, Tovah,” I barked.

“I can’t,” she cried again.

Something settled in my chest. “And why can’t you?” I tapped her lips. “Tell me.”

“Because I want you. Because I want you to stuff me full of your cock while I writhe in the dirt.”

“Why?”

“Because my body only makes sense when it’s with yours,” she said, and it was the most honest thing she had ever said to me.

“The world only makes sense when we’re together,” I agreed, wrapping my hand around my cock and pressing it between the lips of her pussy.

She was so fucking wet I slid in easily, the feeling of her tight cunt surrounding the crown of my cock so fantastically unfamiliar yet so ecstatically right that I came right then and there.

“Isaac?” she asked, her eyes huge and dark in her beautiful face, looking lost and confused. “Did you just?”

“Yes, I just,” I admitted, and maybe I should’ve been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. “Your pussy feels so damn good I came the moment my cock entered it.”

“Oh, then?—”

“No,” I told her gruffly, as I pulled back and surged forward, pressing further and further in. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop thinking it. We’re not done here. I won’t be done with you until the sun rises, and I probably won’t be done fucking you then, either.”

With that, I surged forward the rest of the way.

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Tovah

Istared up at him, caught in his arms, buried in dirt, surrounded by trees, held captive by his eyes, as he pushed his way into my body.

I was wet. So wet. The days of edging already made me constantly ready for him, and between teasing him in the bedroom earlier and his filthy words when he chased me, I was needy and desperate for him. I hadn’t lied, I wanted to be fucked by him, to be torn in two by his cock. In a world of confusion and chaos, it was the only thing that made sense.

But as my body stretched to accommodate his massive girth, that mix of pain and pleasure I was beginning to recognize made me cry out. My pussy burned from the way his thrusts pulled at my skin, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to fight him off and make it stop or beg him to fuck me harder.

He pushed in, impossibly deeper, before pulling out and pushing back in again. The feeling of him inside me was somehow both completely alien and new, and yet familiar—like we’d done it a million times before. On his next thrust, he changed the angle of his hips, hitting my G-spot and making my core coil tight. Pleasure melted my body, hot and sticky and sweet like taffy, and I got lost in it—in him.

“Oh, god, Isaac,” I moaned, completely overwhelmed by how good he felt inside me.

“You only say my name. You know how jealous I am,” he growled as he shoved his cock deeper, pushing me so hard against the ground, a twig snapped under my ass.

“Isaac,” I moaned again.

“Better. Let’s see if I can make you scream it.”

I stared at him, and he stared back, so many unspoken words being shared.

My eyes said:

Isaac, this is my first time.

Isaac, we’ve known each other since we were children.

Isaac, I loved you when we were young, and I might still love you now.

His eyes said:

Tovah, I’ve been searching for you so long, I didn’t even know I was looking.

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