Page 79 of Heartless Game

“I love how you beg,” I said. “And bad girls like you deserve rewards.”

Besides, I loved how hard she came, and I wanted her spasming around my fingers.

My eyes caught on the clock. Five minutes left in the period.

Just enough time.

Once more, I thrust my fingers inside her pussy. I thrust my fingers in and out quickly, rubbing hard circles around her clit, not caring if it was too much. My balls were heavy, my cock was beyond thick and hard, and it was time.

Rubbing my fingers over her G-spot, I pressed down hard on her clit.

“Mine, Tovah. You’re fuckingmine.For goddamned ever,” I growled.

That was all it took. With a scream, she came, pulsing tight, hot, and wet around my fingers and absolutelysoakingmy legs as she goddamn fucking squirted. I barely stopped myself from following her.

Instead, I rose, my arms around her waist, her legs dangling, carrying her over to the bench in the middle of the locker room. Placing her on her hands and knees, I made sure she was steady before moving behind her, my legs straddling the bench.

“Ass up,” I told her.

“Wh-what?” she asked, drunk and hazy off her orgasm.

Chuckling, I put my hands on her hips, positioning her. Once she was where I wanted, I grabbed my hard, desperate cock in my hand, sliding it between her bare and shaking thighs, so it rubbed against her soaked pussy.

“Ahhhhh, fuck,” I moaned, as I gripped the outside of her thighs and pushed them together, creating the perfect tunnel for my cock.

“Isaac,” she cried. “It’s too much, it’s?—”

“It’s not too much,” I said as I began to slide back and forth between her thighs. “There’s no such thing as too much when it comes to us.”

I pumped my hips, needing this, her bare, wet skin, her trembling, her cries. Needing to feel this connection between us, a closeness I knew I’d never feel with anyone else. It wasn’t about my cock, about getting off. It was about the tie between us, winding tighter and tighter, closing a loop between her body and mine, her heart and mine, her soul and mine, until I felt like I was about to explode.

“You’re everything, you know that? More than hockey, more than my team. More than my life. The goddamned sun could fall out of the sky and the world would still burn bright as long as you’re in it. Fuck, Tovah, you’ve changed how Isee. I’m not giving you up.”

She cried out at my words, her thighs squeezing even tighter as she came.

I followed her, my balls releasing, aware I was bruising the shit out of her and not caring as I came and came and came—harder than I had in my whole life, shooting hot cum between her thighs and on the bench.

It could’ve lasted a second, it could’ve lasted forever. I didn’t know, and I didn’t care.

Finally, I began to soften. I slid from out between her thighs, wanting to collapse, and catching her by the waist before she did.

I glanced at the clock. Thirty seconds left of second period.

Lifting her and putting her back on her feet, I tracked down her clothes and helping her into them before I threw on my own street clothes. Technically, I was supposed to stay through the end of the game, but I was already in plenty of shit—what was a little more? I wanted to get Tovah home, inourbed, so I could play with her some more—and get her away from my teammates. She was mine, and the less than human part of me wanted her alone and safe and yeah, locked up. I was pretty fucked in the head, but I no longer cared.

“Isaac, we need to stay,” she protested, as I scooped her up in my arms and carried her out of the locker room.

“Fuck that, I want you home and naked,” I told her as I carried her out of my arena, back to my car, and drove her home.

31

Tovah

By the time I got out of the shower, I’d regained my equilibrium.

Mostly.

What Isaac had done had completely shaken me to my core. Sure, he’d threatened Veronica and Toby at the editors’ meeting, but I’d never expected him to defend me—or punch the hell out of a stranger for being an asshole to me. Although I hated myself for it, it softened me toward him, making something warm spark in my belly. No man had ever protected me before. I didn’t remember my birth father, and my stepfather had been an abusive nightmare. So to have Isaac’s protection, not just of my physical self, but for my emotional safety—it meant something.

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