Page 78 of Heartless Game

Eyes on the digital clock across the room that tracked the period, I did some guy math. There were fifteen minutes left to the period, plus whatever pauses and penalties there were. Given how responsive Tovah was, I had time to get her off this way before using her sweet body anyway I liked.

Fucking perfect.

Withdrawing my fingers, I gave her a moment of reprieve before working a third inside her. I could feel her pussy stretching around them, unused to their thickness and length.

“Isaac,” she said, her eyes already watering. “It’s too much.”

“Never, baby,” I crooned. “You’re going to take my fingers up your cunt like my bad little cum slut, aren’t you?” I punctuated my words by thrusting my fingers deeper into her pussy, exulting in her resulting cry.

“Shh,” I admonished, even though no one was around. “I don’t want anyone else hearing the sweet sounds you make.”

With my free hand, I wrapped my hand in her hair, tugging her forward so I could catch her cries with my mouth. Her taste exploded on my tongue, sweet and sharp, lulling me with softness and waking me up to a world beyond anything I ever could’ve imagined. Every kiss was like this. Her mouth was made for mine.

She was made for me.

And I was made for her.

There would be no one else for me, ever. The idea of ever setting her free was so unimaginable, I denied it with everything in my being, biting her lip in punishment even if she hadn’t been the one who said or thought it. I shoved my fingers deeper, ignoring the way she struggled in my lap as I continued to stroke the inside of her pussy.

“Oh, oh fuck,” I groaned, overwhelmed by the way her tight cunt squeezed the sides of my fingers. I rocked my hips, shoving my cock against her stomach, barely aware of the precum leaking from the tip. She wasn’t even touching me, but there were still waves of pleasure shooting up my spine. She didn’t need to touch me for this to feel so fucking good. Not when I controlled every fucking bit of her, not when she tried to fight and lost as I gripped the back of her head with my free hand and kept biting her lips, not when her spread thighs trembled and her goddamned beautiful fucking pussy clenched and clenched andclenchedaround my fingers, drenching them in wetness that was spilling onto my bare legs.

I released her lower lip, pulling back so I could speak.

“You’re close to coming, aren’t you? I can feel how tight you’re getting. Get used to the feel of them, because they’re the only fingers you’re ever going to know in your pussy. This pussy? Fucking mine. All of you? Fucking mine. And no one better get near you to hurt you or touch you in any way or I will fuckingend them.”

I wasn’t sure where the words were coming from. It should’ve just been hooking up; she shouldn’t have been anything more than a sweet mouth and a tight pussy. But I knew better. Tovah wasn’t just pussy.

She was goddamnedeverything.

I felt her coiling tighter at my words, and god knew my cock felt ready to explode. So despite my cock and fingers’ protests, I withdrew my fingers from her pussy again, drawing gentle circles on her slit.

Whining at my withdrawal, Tovah slapped my thigh.

“I was close, Isaac,” she said.

“I know, little snoop,” I said, stroking her trembling cheek. “But neither of us get to come yet.”

I soothed her, waiting until her breathing slowed and she retreated from the edge. “Ready?” I asked, although I didn’t wait for her reply. Instead, I dragged her head back to mine, kissing her as I thrust my fingers back inside her empty, grasping cunt. I turned them toward me, hooking my fingers and rubbing them against her G-spot as I started drawing teasing, barely there circles on her engorged, pulsing clit with my thumb.

She cried out desperately, the sound swallowed by my mouth. I rolled my hips back and forth, rubbing the side of my cock against her stomach as I continued to stroke the inside of her pussy and added more pressure with my thumb, forcing down the urge to come so I could enjoy her as long as possible. Wet sounds echoed in the locker room and even more of her arousal drenched my thighs.

“You’re so fucking wet, aren’t you, bad little girl? But you’re only bad for me, aren’t you? This pussy only gets wet for me from now on. You don’t even get to touch yourself with your own fingers unless I tell you to. I can’t wait until it’s my cock in that tight, pulsing pussy.”

Tovah moaned my name against my lips. I could’ve gotten lost there, in her kiss, our tongues dancing intimately, but my cock reminded me it was getting lonely. It was going to have to wait its turn. The longer it took to come, the longer I had her here at my mercy—and the longer I could ignore the outside world that would take her from me one day.

Withdrawing my fingers again, I played gently with her pussy, pulling her back from the brink.

“Isaac, please,” my perfect bad girl begged, her eyes glassy and pleading.

“What do you need? Tell me,” I said, as I traced a figure eight pattern around her clit.

“I need to come, please let me come!”

“You come when I let you come,” I told her. “Youonlycome when I let you come. And I may not let you. How would that feel, keeping you on edge for the rest of the night? Tomorrow, too? I can keep you this way for as long as I want, tie you down and play with you for hours until you’ve lost track of time and all sense of self, you’re so desperate for me. And then, only then, maybe I’ll let you come.”

She liked that.Even without my fingers in her, I could tell the way she was clenching, and her little nipples were so hard, I could see them in my jersey.

“Isaac, please….”

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