Page 92 of Heartless Game

Tovah,I’m the first and last man you’ll ever fuck.

Tovah,I’ve loved you and will love you forever, I’m just waiting for you to catch up.

Except his eyes didn’t say that, because he didn’t know any of those things, because he didn’t feel any of those things.

Right?

Because at the moment, it felt like he knew it all. Like he knew me down to my very soul, and he liked all of it.

He kept moving in and out of me, hitting that same spotevery. Single. Time.And as he did, he shifted his hands. Before, they were on both sides of my shoulders, trapping me in. But he moved them, so one circled my throat, and the other shoved between his hips and mine, finding my clit and oh god, oh god, oh god,goddamn pinching itin time with his thrusts.

“I’m gonna—” I began on a gasp.

I could feel the orgasm coming on a wave that threatened to drown me.

Isaac gently squeezed the sides of my throat as he began to fuck me faster. Dots appeared in my vision, making the dark trees look above me waver.

“I know, bashert, I know. Let it happen. It’s time.”

Bashert.

My destiny. My soulmate.

The nickname did it. With a crash, the tidal wave drowned me in out of this world pleasure, and I sank, sank, sank down with it, lost as it dragged me forward and backward, trapped in its undertow. My whole body was singing and sparking, and as I writhed in the dirt, as Isaac continued to fuck me through my orgasm, I didn’t know which way was up anymore, who Tovah Lewis was, and I didn’t fucking care.

Only this,we, made sense.

Bashert.

This was our destiny. We were each other’s destiny.

“Ah fuck, you’re squeezing my cock so tight, bashert. You want me to come again? Want me to fill up this pretty pussy, fill it so full it spills out of you and makes mud out of the dirt?”

I moaned at his words, and the juxtaposition of the filth of the image he created with the tenderness of the nickname made another orgasm crash over me.

This time, I must have screamed, because Isaac released my throat and yelled, “Fuck, yes, you scream my name and only mine,” before kissing me and swallowing the sound.

His hips stuttered, and then sped up, smashing against mine over and over, as his balls slapped against my ass and he pounded into me, making me come a third time. This time, when I screamed his name, he roared mine, the sound echoing in the trees as he came, filling me with his release, full, so full, just like he’d promised.

He didn’t stop, though. Didn’t pause for one goddamn second. No, he pulled out of me and flipped me over, lifting me onto my knees, shoving my head into the dirt, before thrusting back inside my pussy and continuing to fuck me as he surrounded me with his body and dark, earthy, surprising scent.

I lost track of how long he fucked me for, of all the filthy things he said, of the number of times he made me come. I had no sense of time or space, completely focused on the feeling of him inside me and the sound of his voice in my ear.

When the sun finally rose, we were on our sides, spooned together, my top thigh on the outside of his, as he slowly slid in and out of me. I felt rubbed raw and sore, and I couldn’t imagine how he felt. But the idea of him leaving my body was intolerable, and Isaac clearly felt the same way, because he’d been inside me for hours and didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon.

“The sun’s up,” I murmured into the ground.

Isaac heard me. “The sun can go fuck itself. I’m not stopping.”

Except he paused, pushing up on one arm to scan my face from the side.

“No, you need a break. Shit. Okay.” Slowly, he withdrew from my pussy, his cum—so much cum, from so many hours of fucking—spilling out of me and onto the forest floor.

I whined, protesting at the loss of him.

“I know, bashert, I know. But we need to go inside before someone finds us.”

Lifting me off the ground, he swung me up into his arms and carried me out of the forest like a groom carries his bride. The thought made my chest—already aching at the endearment—go tight with longing at something I wanted but would never have.

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