Page 108 of Game Over

The barrel breaches me, and I cry out—a sound somewhere between pain and pleasure. It’s not as thick as the plug was, but the psychological impact of what’s happening hits me hard.

“That’s it, Mischief. Take it all,” he continues, his voice dripping with dark possessiveness. “No one else would ever guess what a depraved little whore you really are. But I know. I’ve always known what you needed.”

As he works the barrel deeper, his other hand brings the vibrator back to my clit. The dual sensation—the cold, forbidden intrusion behind and the intense vibration against my most sensitive spot—makes my entire body jerk.

“Oh god, Ryker!” I gasp, my fingers clawing at the tree bark.

“That’s right, say my name. Tell the whole fucking jungle who’s doing this to you,” he demands, pushing the gun deeper while increasing the vibrator’s intensity. “Tell me how much you love being my personal plaything.”

The vibrations against my clit intensify as he twists the barrel inside me, finding angles that make stars explode behind my eyelids.

“I love it,” I sob, the pleasure almost unbearable. “I love being yours. Please don’t stop.”

“I own every inch of you.” Ryker’s mouth is suddenly close to my ear. “Every. Fucking. Inch.” He pulls the vibe away, making me whine at the loss.

The unmistakable sensation of Ryker’s cock, hot and hard against my pussy makes me shudder, the metal of his piercing creating a distinct pressure against my sensitive flesh.

“Oh god,” I gasp, my body instinctively trying to push back against him.

Ryker’s hand tightens in my hair, pulling my head back sharply. “Patience, Mischief. You’ll get what I give you when I decide to give it.”

He begins to move his hips in a maddening rhythm, sliding the head of his cock between my folds without entering me. The metal of his piercing catches slightly on my entrance with each pass. Forward and back, the smooth head parting my wetness, teasing at penetration before retreating.

“Please,” I whimper, fingers digging into the tree bark.

“Please what?” His voice carries that smug tone I’ve come to both hate and crave.

The piercing drags across my clit as he adjusts his angle, making me cry out. My entire body is a live wire, every nerve ending screaming for release. He continues the torturous movement—forward until I think he’ll finally enter me, then back again, denying me what I desperately need.

“You’re dripping for me,” he observes, the head of his cock collecting my wetness. “So eager to be filled.”

The metal ring of his piercing creates an exquisite friction against my entrance. Each time it catches slightly, my body clenches in anticipation, only to be left wanting as he pulls back again.

“I can feel you trying to pull me in,” he chuckles darkly. “Your greedy little pussy practically begging for my cock.”

His hips continue their hypnotic movement, the piercing gliding through my folds with each pass. The dual sensation of smooth skin and hard metal drives me wild. My thighs quiver with the effort of staying still, of not forcing myself back onto him.

“Is this what you wanted when you were running through the jungle?” he asks, punctuating his question with a firmer press forward. “Were you hoping I’d catch you? That I’d use you like this?”

I moan and arch my back, the rough bark of the banyan root pressing into my palms. “Yes, Ryker. God, yes.”

“That’s what I thought,” he growls, his voice distorted through the Ghost mask. “You’ve been thinking about this since we started, right?”

The gun remains deep inside me, a forbidden intrusion that makes my entire body pulse with shameful pleasure. He stops thrusting it, leaving it lodged firmly in place while his other hand grips my hip with bruising force.

“Please,” I whimper.

I feel the blunt head of his cock press against my entrance, parting my folds that are slick with arousal. The metal of his Prince Albert piercing catches slightly, creating a delicious friction that makes me gasp.

“Fuck,” I breathe as he starts to push inside me. The stretch is exquisite—my body accommodating his thickness while still adjusting to the gun in my ass. The dual sensation of being filled in both holes makes me dizzy with pleasure.

“That’s it,” Ryker hisses, sinking deeper into me with each thrust. “Take all of me like the good little slut you are.”

I’m overwhelmed by the fullness, by the knowledge that he’s claiming me so completely in this wild setting. The jungle air feels thick in my lungs as I struggle to breathe through the intense pleasure. Each time he pushes forward, the gun shifts slightly inside me, creating a pressure that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.

“Oh God,” I cry out as he seats himself fully inside me. I can feel the metal of his piercing pressing against a spot deep inside that makes my entire body shake. “Ryker, it’s too much.”

But it isn’t too much—it’s exactly what I need. The taboo nature of what we’re doing, being filled by both him and the gun in the middle of this wild jungle, pushes me to a new level of arousal I didn’t know was possible.

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