Page 226 of Soul So Dark
My stomach drops as the number under his name starts climbing rapidly. But then it immediately turns to excitement as he spreads my thighs and props my ass up. I feel him against me as he positions himself against me, throbbing and needing to be filled.
But he hesitates, and I let out a whimper, trying in vain to roll my hips against him.
“You,” he barks in the same unmistakable voice, sending me spiraling, “beg me for it.”
I let out a moan and tense my thighs, trying to stay focused. I try to block out everything in my periphery and concentrate. I’m almost to the end. I can do it.
Suddenly, I feel the pressure as the plug shifts slightly. Alex nudges the top with his thumb, angling it against my wall just as he thrusts his cock into my pussy. Then again, and again. My entire body goes rigid and I let out a groan as the sensation threatens to push me over the edge.
“Ask for it, baby,” he repeats, watching the number under his name rise again.
I’m almost to the end, but I can’t see straight and I can barely take it anymore. I’m going to get obliterated.
“Please,” I grit my teeth and let out a defeated growl, “please, finish me!” I grind out, taking the hit to my pride.
Alex’s number skyrockets as he starts pumping faster, keeping his thumb on the plug and drawing a long, loud moan out of me.
I always try to make up some fake reason to hate him. I try to disassociate just for the duration of the match so I can win, but it never works because he fucks like Poseidon unleashing a cyclone across the Bering Sea. Besides, you can neverreallypretend to hate someone you love more than anything else in existence.
“Oh…fuck…faster!” I shriek as I try to keep my eyes from going crossed.
He gives me what I want, especially because it’s ruining my chances at success by the millisecond. And the closer I get to the end, the faster he tries to beat me there. My body goes rigid as the orgasm consumes me, but I keep my eyes on the screen, trying to see through the barrage of stars as my eyelids flutter.
Five…four…three…two…
I drop the controller and collapse onto the pillow, giving in to the rapture of Alex’s harsh thrusts. But as soon as the wave of pleasure dissipates, I’m overwhelmed by the vibrator still buzzing between my legs.
“Al—A…J…” I gasp, nearly forgetting myself.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Alex mutters, incredulous.
He stares at the screen for a moment before grabbing his phone off the side table. I rotate my head so I can get a better look and then realize what’s made him so irritated. As soon as I see it, an airy giggle escapes my throat.
I won.
Somehow, amid my screams and convulsions, I managed to make it to the end of the third match without dyingandbeat Eomer with the high score.
“You’re going to pay for that, Ry,” Alex glowers down at me.
“Do your worst,Ghostie!” I taunt him.
Alex finishes tapping away at his phone and tosses it behind him. Then he rips the tape loose from my leg and makes quick work of removing the vibrator. I think we’re done, but then he flips me back over and jerks me up to my knees, pressing my back against his chest.
The screen is still live, but now there are far fewer spectators still logged on. He must’ve been texting Thatcher to add more time.
“This part is for you and me,” Alex whispers menacingly.
My eyes dart between the red dot on the camera and my mirror image on the screen. My heart beats faster as the numbers in the sidebar start climbing as people start dropping money on him…onme.
They’re not betting anymore. Now, they’re tipping, wanting to see more.
Alex runs his hand up my stomach and over my chest, giving my nipple piercing a flick as he goes. Then he squeezes my throat and tips my head up to meet his eyes.
“Open for me.”
I do what he says and open wide, my eyes rounding when I see his fist and what’s clenched in it.
Hovering over my mouth, he squeezes the condom and empties it into my mouth, letting his cum trickle down to the back of my throat. He gives it a shake and then leans in close as I swallow every drop.
