Page 91 of Game Over

His hand snakes between us, finding my sensitive clit. The touch is almost painful in its intensity.

“You can and you will,” he commands, circling the swollen bud with devastating precision. “You’re going to come a third time for me like the good little fuck toy you are.”

Despite my exhaustion, I feel the pressure building again, impossible but undeniable. My body responds to his words, his touch, his absolute certainty.

“And only then,” he continues, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, “only after you’ve given me one more of those pretty little orgasms, am I going to fill this tight cunt with my cum.”

The filthy promise sends a fresh wave of arousal through me. My inner walls clench around his cock.

“Please,” I beg.

“Please, what? Please let you come again? Please pump you full?” His hips snap with brutal force. “Earn it.”

The demands of my body overwhelm my exhausted mind as he relentlessly circles my clit. My legs shake violently, straining against my binds as the water sloshes around us.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Give it to me, Kira. Show me what a good little slut you are.”

I can’t fight it anymore. The tension coils tighter until it snaps, sending me hurtling over the edge. My third orgasm rips through me with such intensity that I scream his name, the sound echoing across the empty beach.

"RYKER! Oh god, RYKER!"

Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. The cold water contrasts with the fire consuming me from within.

“Fuck yes,” he praises, his eyes wild with desire. “Look at you, coming so hard for me. Such a good girl. My beautiful little fear slut.”

The praise washes over me, intensifying everything. Ryker’s rhythm changes, becoming more brutal, more primal. He slams into me with renewed force, each thrust harder than the last.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his fingers digging into my hips. “This cunt is mine to fill whenever I want.”

His words should offend me, but they only fuel the fire. I’m delirious with pleasure.

“Yes,” I gasp. “Yours. All yours.”

“I’m going to breed this tight pussy,” he snarls, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Fill you so fucking full you’ll be dripping for days.”

The filthy promise sends another shock of arousal through me. I clench around him involuntarily.

“Please,” I beg. “Please fill me up.”

“Such a good little breeding toy,” he pants, his voice strained. “Taking my cock so well.”

With a guttural roar, Ryker slams into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt. I feel him pulse inside me, hot spurts flooding my core as he claims me completely.

“That’s it,” he groans, grinding against me. “Taking every drop like the little cumslut you are.”

His breathing is ragged against my lips as he kisses me, his chest heaving with exertion. I kiss him back with the little energy I have left, my body completely spent from the multiple orgasms and the emotional storm we’ve just weathered. The water laps around us, still dangerously high, but in this moment, I feel strangely safe despite being bound to a post in the sea.

Ryker’s hands move to my restraints, fingers working quickly to undo the bindings that have held me in place. As each one comes loose, my limbs fall heavy and useless, pins and needles shooting through them as circulation returns. When the final binding releases, I slump forward into his arms, my legs barely able to hold me upright.

“Can you swim back?” he asks, his voice hoarse and concerned as he supports my weight.

I shake my head against his chest, feeling the exhaustion in every cell of my body. “No... I don’t think I can. Too exhausted.” The admission comes easily—there’s no point pretending I have strength I don’t possess.

Ryker nods, seeming unsurprised by my answer. He turns his back on me.

“Grab onto my neck. I’ll swim us back,” he commands, but his tone is gentler than before.

I wrap my trembling arms around his neck, pressing my chest against his broad back. He reaches behind to secure my legs around his waist, making sure I’m firmly attached to him.

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