Ruthless Games

“That’s right. Louder.”

He devours me again, exploring my folds with swift, probing strokes, wrapping his lips around my swollen clit and suckling there until I scream again. Dear Lord, I’m in heaven, lost under the onslaught of pleasure.

And then he thrusts two thick fingers inside me as he laps relentlessly at my clit, and I just about lose my mind.

“Fuck!”

I climax with a scream. My orgasm barrels through me, and I roll my hips, grinding into his fingers while I ride out the waves of bliss.

But just as quickly, Nero pulls away. “I said I’d claim you, and I meant it.” He looms over me, stripping off what’s left of his shirt and unbuckling his pants. “This pussy is mine, Princess. My wife’s going to take her husband’s cock all the way to the fucking hilt,” he vows. “You’re going to feel me for days, I’m going to fuck you up so good. Because I know, you wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Oh my god.

I shudder, just watching him, so powerful. All mine. His erection is thick and heavy, and I need it like I’ve never needed anything in my life.

I lay back and spread my legs wider. An invitation.

Nero groans, fisting his fat cock in one hand. “No, baby. Get on your hands and knees for me. I’ve got to get it all the way deep.”

I’m moving before he’s finished the sentence, scrabbling to give him what he needs. He sinks to his knees behind me and grips my hips, landing a sharp smack on my ass before he’s leaning over, covering me. Trapping me in place.

“You know why animals fuck this way?” Nero demands, breath hot in my ear. I shudder in the warm cage of his body, eagerly bucking back against his cock.

“Why?” I gasp.

“Because it goes so fucking deep.”

He drives into me in one hot stroke, sending me slamming forwards, crying out at the glorious intrusion. His thick girth, stretching me wider. Opening me up.

“You feel that, baby?” Nero slams home again, his grip on my hips pulling me back onto his cock.

“Yes!” I cry, because fuck, he’s right. He’s so deep, I’m seeing stars. Sobbing, writhing, grinding back on his magnificent cock. “Fuck, yes!”

“You belong to me,” he grunts, withdrawing, then thrusting deep. Deeper. Fuck. “Every inch, every part of you. Mine.”

“Yours,” I sob, shuddering. My God, I had no idea it could feel this amazing. “I’ve always been yours.”

My halting admission seems to unleash something in him, because he lets out a roar. His pace turns frenzied, rutting into me like a wild animal, rough and dirty and so, so good.

“Yes!” I scream. “Right there, don’t stop!”

“Never,” he groans, reaching to rub my clit in an explosion of pleasure. “Fuck, you take it so good. Gonna make my wife come all over this beast of a cock.”

I shudder, loving how that sounds. Because in this moment, fuck, I belong to him. It’s like he’s laying a claim on me. He’s showing me who I belong to, marking me as his with the way he dominates my body.

And I let him.

Hell, I want it.

I rock back into him with every forceful push of his hips forward, and I start to feel that electric energy building up in my body again, the kind that can only mean a climax is coming.

“My husband,” I chant, thrusting back, grinding. “My husband always gets me there. My husband knows exactly what I need.”

“Fuck, Lily, fuck!”

Nero reaches out and grabs my hair, wrapping it around his hand. The bite of pain makes my pleasure soar, and I feel his body tense, to breaking point. “Baby—” he lets out a strangled howl, pistoning into me again as his fingers rubs me, just right.

Oh my god!