Page 61 of Game Over

“I’m yours.” The words escape my lips before I can stop them, and they feel shockingly true. “My pussy belongs to you. I want this—want you—so fucking bad.”

His eyes flash dark, and everything changes in an instant.

A guttural sound tears from his throat as he surges forward, burying himself inside me with one powerful thrust. The net swings wildly, my body jerking against the ropes that bite into my skin.

“Fuck, yes,” he growls, gripping the ropes on either side of my hips for leverage. “Mine. You’re fucking mine.”

His grip shatters completely, and he pounds into me with savage intensity, each thrust rocking the suspended net. The piercing drags against my inner walls with each movement, creating a sensation so intense I cry out.

“Tell me again,” he demands.

“Yours,” I gasp, my body on fire with sensation. “I’m yours, Ryker.”

The net creaks and sways with his violent rhythm. My hands grip the ropes above my head as my body accepts each brutal thrust. The position—suspended, helpless, spread open for him—heightens every sensation.

I’ve never felt anything like this—this animalistic fucking. No gentle lovemaking, no careful consideration. Just pure, desperate need. My body responds with shocking intensity, inner walls clenching around him as pleasure builds with frightening speed.

I’m suspended in the net, my body jerking with each powerful thrust as Ryker claims me completely. The forest spins around us, a blur of green and brown as the net sways violently.

“You fucking like that?” Ryker growls, his fingers digging into my thighs hard enough to leave bruises. “Tell me how much you love this thick cock stretching your tight little cunt.”

His words shock me, the crude vulgarity so at odds with his usually proper speech. My cheeks burn with humiliation and arousal.

“I—I can’t?—”

His hand connects with my ass in a sharp slap. “Answer me when I fucking talk to you, Mischief.”

“Yes,” I gasp, the word torn from my throat. “I like it.”

“Like what?” He slows his pace cruelly, barely moving inside me. “Be specific. Tell me exactly what you want.”

The net creaks as he leans closer, his breath hot against my ear. “Tell me you want me to fuck this wet pussy until you scream.”

My whole body trembles. “I want you to fuck me until I scream.”

“Whose pussy is this?” His voice drops to a growl as he drives into me again, the piercing dragging against my g-spot.

“Yours,” I whimper.

“I don’t think everyone heard you.” His fingers yank the net trap roughly. “Whose. Fucking. Pussy. Is. This?” Each word punctuated with a brutal thrust.

“Yours! It’s yours!” I cry out, shame and pleasure twisting together.

“That’s right,” he snarls. “This tight little hole belongs to me now. I’m going to use it whenever I want, however I want. Going to fill it with my cum until you’re fucking dripping with it.”

I shouldn’t be aroused by his filthy words, but my body clenches around him traitorously.

“You’re my little slut now, aren’t you?” He forces my gaze to meet his. “Tell me what you are.”

The words burn in my throat, humiliation and arousal battling inside me. I shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t be dripping wet as he pounds into me while I hang helplessly in this trap. Shouldn’t feel this pleasure racing through my veins.

“I’m—” My voice breaks as he hits that spot inside me. “I’m your slut.”

His eyes flash with triumph. “Again.”

“Your slut,” I gasp, the words sending a shameful thrill through me. “I’m your fucking slut, Ryker.”

He rewards me by speeding up his pace, hips slamming against mine with brutal force. The net swings wildly, the rope digging into my skin, adding pain to the overwhelming pleasure. Each thrust of his pierced cock sends shockwaves through my body.

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