Page 95 of Heartless Game

“Isaac, I can’t—” she whimpered, starting to shut her legs, but I stopped her with a grip on her inner thighs.

“No,” I said. “I need to taste you, us together. Know what my pussy tastes like after the first time it took my cock. Don’t deny me this.”

“But I’m so sore.”

“I’ll be gentle.”

Without giving her more of a chance to argue, I started fucking her with my tongue. I could taste my cum, which honestly, I didn’t love, but then the taste of her own arousal came through, and the combination of us together, of what we’d made, was the best fucking flavor I’d ever consumed. Suddenly ravenous, I fought myself to give her tenderness, to give when all I wanted to do was take. I started swiping my thumb over her clit, and it didn’t take long until she was clenching my tongue with her pussy, thighs tensing as she came with sweet, high-pitched moans and sighs.

“Again,” I demanded.

“Isaac—”

But I was diving back between her legs, my eyes on her face, taking in every perfect, beautiful expression as she surrendered to me, melting into my hands.

I couldn’t help it anymore, the need to be soft with her unable to keep the monster at bay who wanted to soak himself in her, drown himself. I hungrily ate her pussy, sucking and licking and working her clit until she came again with a shriek, just as sweet as her sighs, and I swallowed down her cum.

Rising to my feet, I caught her around the waist, lifting her and dropping onto my pounding hard cock. Once again, I tried to be slow, to be gentle, but with her eyes on me, she begged, “harder, Isaac,” and I wasn’t going to deny her, was I? So I bounced her, over and over again, keeping her pinned against the wall with my right hand and hips alone as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I bit and sucked at her nipples as we fucked, her pussy squeezing around me.

“Isaac,” she moaned, and I abandoned her breasts temporarily to see the look in her eyes.

“I’m so close…” A shocked, desperate, expression, filled with painandpleasure, turned her brown eyes gold. She was squeezing my damn cock so tight, her cunt slippery wet, and god, fuck, there was no better feeling in the whole goddamned universe than being inside her.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groaned, and, barely aware of what I was saying, added in Yiddish, “Dayn neshemah iz mayn, bashert.”

“Isaac,” she cried out, and I swallowed her pleasure and her pain with my mouth as I fucked her, and fucked her, and fucked her.

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Tovah

Dayn neshemah iz mayn, bashert.

Your soul belongs to mine, destiny.

He’d groaned those profound words into my ear over an hour ago, but they continued to play on repeat in my mind. It was surreal that we’d come so far in such a short period of time, hating each other to being…whatever we were now.

“You’re thinking too much, bashert,” he muttered from behind me, dropping a kiss on my neck. “Stop.”

“You can’t tell me to stop thinking,” I said.

He chuckled, his laughter moving through my back and making me arch against him. “Fighting with me again. Do I have to fuck you back into submission? You’re so sweet after I’ve given you multiple orgasms.”

“Absolutely not,” I told him immediately. “There’s no way I’m letting your dick anywhere near my vagina again. I think you broke it.”

He kissed my neck again. “I can wait. I’ll give your poor little pussy a break—for a little while. Because now that I’ve had her, I’m not going to stay away for long.”

Hopefully, I asked, “Does that mean no more edging?”

“Nope.” I could feel him grin against my neck. “It’s the best punishment, and it’s so fucking hot to hear you beg.”

My pussy clenched at his words, sending a shockwave of soreness through me. “Ow, ow, ow. No dirty talk, either.”

“Okay,” he said. “There are other things we need to talk about.”

I tried not to tense in his arms. Was he going to probe more into why I had tried to blackmail him? My history with his family?

With him?

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