Page 133 of In The Game

“You like this, don’t you?”

“Bear,” I pant. The nickname he loves.

“That’s my dirty fucking girl.” I wrap an arm behind his neck and pick up and drop down on him again. My hips undulate as my climax rolls through.Holy shit.He hisses and grumbles in my ear as he struggles. I fucking live for those noises. He grips me and releases his orgasm in my ass. It makes me feel so powerful.

As soon as my climax dissolves, I squirm, the vibrator overstimulating me after my orgasm. I reach down and pull out the thing that’s torturing me. It flies out of my fingers and skitters across the wood floor. Barrett laughs against my back. “That’s okay, we have a whole box to go through.”

My eyes widen. I glance down and see six more in the box.No fucking way.“Didn’t you just…?”

“Yes. But that doesn’t mean we’re stopping.”

“I can’t.”

“You can. You’re going to take every one. Do we need a safeword?”

“Yes!” I yell. “Obviously!”

“What’s our safeword?”

“Koala chlamydia.” I attempt to say with a straight face.

“Hard veto.” He smacks the side of my ass. “Pineapple.”

He’s already getting hard again.How is that even possible?One by one, he test drives each toy on me while my ass warms his cock. Sweat is beading at the nape of my neck. Orgasm after orgasm. I’m four in and am getting closer to my threshold of using the safeword. It’s a delicious torment. He takes a wand from the box and slides up my clit. My thighs begin to quiver. I try to ride, but don’t have the strength. “I need…” My body goes limp, and he removes the stimulation to give me a short break.

“Lean back.” His hand snakes up to my neck, and I relax back onto his shoulder again. “That’s it, let me do the work.”

The mirror shows one hell of a view, I’m spread wide open for him.

“So pink…” He gently thumbs my clit. “So wet…” His thumb lowers and traces my opening. I’m soaked. Then without warning, he slaps.

“Fuck!” I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut and jolting forward. I’m at his mercy. Literally putting my pleasure in his hands. I nearly crumble.

He snickers. “Even buried in your ass I can feel every flutter of your pussy.”

He changes the rhythm to a steady pulse and slips the wand inside, pulls it out, circles the bundle of nerves, and repeats. Over and over and over. The wet smacking of my arousal growing louder with each pass.

“That’s my messy girl. Look at you being so good for me. Letting me keep my cock in your ass while I play with your pussy.” My hips roll, and he hums his approval. I won’t last much longer, I know it.

He circles again and it feels like I’m being compressed into a tiny ball. I whimper his name, and he pulls me into him. I love the feeling of safety I have when his arms are around me. Everything pulls inward more and more until this strange euphoria comes over me and I almost feel like I’m floating.

My ears ring and I know I must be on the cusp of the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had.

“It’s—Something’s—”

Right then, it’s like a tidal wave capsizes me. Pure nirvana rolls through every nerve. It feels like an out-of-body experience. My eyes fall to the mirror. Barrett drops the vibrator and it buzzes across the floor. His right hand takes over fucking my pussy with vigor. Nothing but love in his eyes as we regard each other in the reflection.

It’s so much all at once. I hear his voice through the fog telling me to let go, and when I do, fluid gushes out of me. He continues pumping his fingers in and out while bouncing me on his dick. All at once, it’s like I’m thrown back into the living, breathing world again. I scream out and burrow my fingers into his thighs like I’m holding on for dear life. I’ve squirted before, but never like this. He roars—and I swear it sounds like a bear—when he comes a second time.

I’m frozen, surrendering to the oblivion. He growls in my ear, “That’s it, baby. Oh my god, you are beautiful. Keep going, keep going. You’re doing so good, sweetheart.” He rubs my clit until I’m drained in every sense of the word. As soon as I’m done, he reaches down to turn off the vibrator clattering against the hardwood, it sends ripples through the pool of fluid at his feet.

“Fucking hell. Pineapple.” My chest heaves, and I finally let go of his thighs, my knuckles white and his legs probably bruised. I’m limp and spent.And high as fuck.

“That was intense.” He sounds as tired as me. “Raleigh you are—fuck, I’m speechless. You are all my goddamn dreams come true.” He shakes his head. “Okay, baby… I’m going to pull out now.” He turns us on our sides so we’re spooning and slides out before picking me up and carrying me into the hall bathroom.

I’m sore. Not just my ass, every muscle feels like it’s locked up after a cramp.

“But we didn’t get through the last toy?”

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