Page 72 of A Fool's Game

“You’re mine.”

I reach my bound hands down between my legs defiantly, but Ainsley catches them in one of his own, tossing them back over my head just as he bottoms out in me once more.

“Prove it,” I hiss.

And I get my wish.

Something unhinges in the man. He pulls out and flips me roughly over, dragging my hips up to meet his, leaving my bound arms and torso long on the bed in front of him.

When he shoves back inside me, it’s claiming. I can feel the energy of it. The intent.It’s a spell he’s working, and he finally found the emotion he needs to get the magic done.

Now I’ll just have to see if he knows the proper incantation.

Ainsley has both of my hips gripped tightly in his hands, fingers curling around my hip bones in a way I know will leave little bruises for me to admire in the coming days. His cock is thick, filling me over and over. I need to get the two of them side by side, but I’m fairly certain Ainsley, at full mast, is bigger than Taylor. If the pressure I feel at this moment is any indication, I’d say I’m right.

“Tell her who’s the boss,” Taylor calls over the slapping of skin.

“Is it you?” Ainsley asks, slowing his thrusts slightly as his attention splits.

“No, fucker. It’s you. Look at you.”

“I’m the fucking boss,” Ainsley repeats before he reaches down and pulls my hair up into his fist, winding it around enough to lift my head when he pulls. “You hear that?”

I try to nod, but it brings tears to my eyes.

“Say it,” he demands.

“You’re the boss, Ainsley,” I cry out, gasping for breath as he pounds into me.

“I’m going to fill you up, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

I’m impressed by his sudden change of heart. His sudden willingness to play the game. “Please,” I whimper, letting him take all of me.

“Don’t fucking come,” Taylor’s voice breaks the tension once more.

Ainsley’s thrusts falter, but he finds his pace once more. “I’m the fucking boss, asshole.”

“You’re the boss of her,” Taylor says, his voice growing louder. Closer. “But I’m the fucking boss of you.”

It all happens very quickly in a tangle of limbs and hair and shouts. Ainsley is pushed off me, luckily releasing my hair before he pulls my head too far along with him. His dick slips out, leaving me gaping. I’m still on my knees, trying to see what’s going on, when I feel Taylor shove into me.

“I can feel you inside her, pretty boy. I can feel where your cock was with my fucking cock.”

“If you’d just given me a second, you could be feeling my fucking load in there.”

Taylor laughs darkly. “Oh, I’ve got big plans for your load, buddy. I’m going to feel it all kinds of places. Just not yet.”

“You’re not sucking my dick.”

Another soft laugh from Taylor resonates through my body as he thrusts into me. “As much as I’d like to lick Gemma’s pussy off your cock, pretty boy, I know she wants to just as badly.”

As if there was any question as to what that means, Taylor reaches down and grips my hair, pulling me up to all fours with my face tilted up as far as my neck will allow. “She’s all yours.”

It’s Ainsley’s lips that find mine first as he crawls around to position himself in front of me. Taylor holds my head tightly as Ainsley’s tongue slides between my lips, my teeth, searching for something I hope he finds.

When he pulls away, we’re both gasping for breath.

“You really want to taste yourself on me?” he asks, just as Taylor loosens his grip just a little, allowing my head to drop so my face is forward, toward Ainsley, rather than the ceiling.

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