Page 73 of Game Over

The sound of his zipper is the only warning I get before he thrusts inside me with brutal force. The plug still fills my ass, creating an overwhelming fullness that tears a sob from my throat.

"Fuck! Ryker, please!"

“Please what?” He pounds into me, each thrust jarring the plug, sending dual sensations of pleasure spiraling through me. “Please stop? Please more? Tell me what my dirty little angel needs.”

“More! God, more!”

His hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. “You’re fucking exquisite,” he growls against my skin. “Built for me. Made to take my cock.”

Each thrust feels like he’s claiming territory inside me, mapping and marking every inch. The dual penetration makes me dizzy with an overwhelming sensation.

“Your cunt feels like heaven,” he groans. “So tight, so wet for me.”

“Fuck,” I gasp as the next thrust makes my vision blur. “It’s yours,” I breathe.

Ryker groans. “Tell me that again,” he demands.

“I’m yours! All yours!”

His pace becomes punishing. “That’s right. My perfect little whore. My beautiful dirty girl. Taking everything I give you.”

His hands grip my hips with bruising force as he slams into me against the tree. The bark scrapes my back raw, but I barely notice through the haze of pleasure and pain swirling together like a storm inside me.

Ryker’s mouth descends to my neck, and I feel his teeth sink into my flesh—not gently, not playfully, but with the desperate hunger of a man possessed.

“Fuck!” I cry out as he bites down harder, sucking my skin between his teeth.

“Mine,” he growls against my throat, moving to another spot—my shoulder, my collarbone, the sensitive juncture where neck meets shoulder.

Each bite sends shockwaves straight to my core, pain transforming into pleasure so intense I can barely breathe. He’s marking me everywhere, leaving evidence of his possession across my skin like a map.

“Everyone will see,” he pants between bites. “Everyone will know who you belong to.”

His thrusts become erratic, powerful. The plug shifts with every impact, creating a fullness that’s almost too much to bear. The dual sensation pushes me higher, my orgasm building like a tsunami.

“I’m going to—oh god—Ryker, I’m?—”

“Come,” he commands against my ear, biting down on my lobe. “Come on my cock like the little slut you are.”

My pussy clamps down around him, walls clenching and spasming as pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever known tears through me. I scream his name, my voice echoing through the trees as my vision blurs and everything I am shatters for a moment.

Before I can recover, he pulls out and forces me onto my hands and knees. My palms press into fallen leaves and soft earth as he positions himself behind me.

“Beautiful,” he growls, spreading my cheeks to examine the plug still nestled inside me. He taps it lightly, sending jolts through my oversensitive body.

“Please,” I whimper, unsure what I’m begging for.

He slams back into me, harder than before, his angle deeper from this position. One hand grips my hip while the other plays with the plug’s base, rotating it slightly, pushing it deeper, then pulling it almost out before letting it slide back in.

“Look at you taking both,” he says, voice filled with dark wonder. “Such a greedy little slut.”

The double penetration sends shock waves through my system. I’m overwhelmed, my mind splintering as sensation bombards me from every direction. Ryker’s cock pounds relentlessly into my pussy while the plug fills my ass, creating a fullness that steals my breath.

“Oh god—fuck—I can’t—” My words dissolve into incoherent sounds as another orgasm crashes through me, more intense than the last. My arms give out and my face presses into the forest floor, ass still raised, completely at his mercy.

“That’s it. Give me another,” Ryker growls, fingers digging into my hips. “I’m going to fuck so many orgasms out of this tight little cunt.”

He reaches around, finding my clit with unerring precision. The moment his fingers make contact, I’m coming again, walls clenching violently around him.

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