Page 107 of Heartless Game

Tovah screamed at the top of her lungs. She’d been ready physically, but not mentally. I didn’t give her time to catch up, setting a furious, frantic pace as I fucked into her, again and again, my hands gripping her bare hips tight so she couldn’t get away. As always, being inside her cunt was like coming home. Her pussy must have felt the same way, because it squeezed me each time I withdrew, like it didn’t want me to leave.

Releasing her hip with one of my hands, I shoved it under her so I could finger her clit and play with her pussy.

Tovah cried out, writhing against me as she moaned my name, over and over, only making me that much thicker and harder. I quelled the urge to come, because I wasn’t coming in her pussy tonight. No, I was going to explore the one hole I’d left as virgin territory so far. Claim her in every goddamned way I could, until there was no doubt in her head that she was mine, that I was hers, and that no one—no fake fiancée, no secret boyfriend—would come between us.

I slowed my pace, enjoying her gasps and pleas for more as I kept her from coming, edging her over and over, her tits smashed up against that fucker’s desk. Glancing up, I noticed a mirror over the door.

That perverted asshole. Well, I’d use it to my advantage, like watching Tovah’s face as she tried to contain how good it felt to be fucked by me. Her mouth was open, her eyes glazed and glassy, her cheeks and chest flushed.

“God, you’re so beautiful, bashert. Made to be fucked by me, made to come.”

“Isaac—” she moaned, and I could feel her body clenching tight as it prepared to make my words come true.

“Nuh uh, not yet,” I scolded as I withdrew from her pussy, leaning down to admire how pink and swollen it was as it clenched on empty air, desperate to come.

Inspiration struck. If that pervert had a mirror facing his desk, he probably also had lube somewhere.

Leaving Tovah panting on the desk for a moment, I opened a few drawers, spotting it.

Perfect.

Thanks, fucker. Don’t mind if I help myself to some.

Grabbing the chair, I dragged it back over to the desk, my cock standing straight up. The horny fucker was desperate and hard, pissed that it hadn’t released in its favorite place. But he had to be patient because it was about to be better.

Uncapping the lube, I squeezed some onto my fingers, before I rimmed her asshole.

“Wait, Isaac?—”

“No, no waiting,” I interrupted. “You don’t get to keep any part of you from me.” I slid one finger in up to the knuckle, circling it around, before withdrawing it, adding more lube, and sliding in two fingers this time. Tovah moaned and squirmed, but she liked it, couldn’t hide it, not the way her little hole was clenching around my fingers as I stretched and prepared her.

I withdrew again, adding more lube, before inserting three fingers this time. She was hot, and tight, and I couldn’t fucking “wait to get my cock inside this tight little hole, little journalist,” I told her. “Then you’ll really know what it’s like to be owned.”

Once I felt she was adequately prepared, I withdrew my fingers, lubing up my cock.

Holding it steady, I lifted her, lowering her onto my lap—and her little asshole over my cock. Lifting my hips, I slowly edged inside her, careful not to go too far, too fast. Just the feel of her squeezing the tip was more than I was ready for. She was tight and hot, and the triumph over knowing I’d been firsteverywheremade my balls throb.

“I’ll be last everywhere, too,” I said out loud, not caring if I made sense or not.

“Isaac, I can’t do this, it’s too much,” she whimpered, like she always did.

“It’ll never be enough,” I corrected her, like I always did, as I slowly pushed her down over my cock, letting her ass swallow me up a little at a time.

Oh, fuck, fuck, nothing had ever felt like this before. But that’s always how it was with her, wasn’t it? It was like I was the one who was the virgin. Sex had never felt like this with anyone else.

“Just you,” I said. “It’s out of this world with you, and it’s only going to be with you. You aren’t going anywhere.”

“Isaac, I caaaaan’t,” she whimpered.

“Yes you can,” I crooned in a voice I hardly recognized. “You’re my Tovah, aren’t you? My good girl. You’re going to relax that sweet, tight hole and bear down and open up for me, inch by inch, as I take you, because you want to be a good girl—just for me. Yes, that’s it. That’s my pretty little journalist. You’re doing so well, taking me like this.” I caught her gaze in the mirror and held it, and the blind, confused passion in her eyes made my legs practically shake with the effort not to come.

But I wasn’t fucking done with her yet.

Grinding my teeth, I forced myself to continue to go slow, thrusting up as I pushed her down, adding lube until she slid the rest of the way onto my cock and she was sitting on my lap.

I was as deep as I could go.

And, crazy as it is, I wanted to get deeper. Wanted to be so far inside her, she forgot where she stopped and I began.

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