Page 25 of The Game

“I haven’t, I mean…”

“I know. I’ll take it slow. Right now, all I need is for you to relax and let me play.”

Need eclipsed my senses again. That soaked finger of his rimmed around my back entrance, and I quaked even more at his touch. I always thought I was vanilla in the bedroom. Until him. Until his dirty mouth and demands. For Malachi, I’d try anything.

He kissed my backside then reared over me to slide his dick into my pussy, at the same second, pushing the tip of his finger into my ass.

“God,” I bit out at the strange sensation.

“I know I’m your god, but I’d prefer you cry my name.” He thrust into me again, that finger going deeper. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Strange. Good.”

“Good enough for more?”

Reddening, I nodded.

Malachi groaned approval then reached for a small bottle I hadn’t noticed on his bedside table. “Then we need lube,” he explained.

The cap popped, and slippery liquid drizzled onto me.

Malachi held still in my pussy but drove the finger in a circular motion, spreading the lubricant into me. A new and startling wave of desire broke over me, and I clenched around him.

Malachi chuffed and started to fuck me in a slow and steady rhythm, moving his hand in time. He slipped another finger to join the first, stretching me, and going further until pleasure burst from somewhere deep inside.

“Your body wants me in all ways, doesn’t it, angel?”

I moaned as an answer.

“You’re ready for me to fuck this tight little virgin ass and make you come in ways you never knew possible. Do you hear me? I’ll own every hole. Every part of you, just like you own every part of me.”

“Please,” I begged.

When he said things like that, I crumbled. I badly wanted to own him.

He pulled out and fitted the end of his dick to where his fingers had been. Panic laced my pleasure, but I trusted him.

“I’ll start slow. Take the tip like you did with your mouth. Ah, fuck.”

With the help of the lube, he pushed the head of his dick into my ass then held still, panting. “You have no idea how beautiful you look doing this.”

He made me feel powerful. I peeked back at him, breathing through the strange sensations. I didn’t hate it. “More.”

Malachi swore and gently rocked his hips.

“I can take you,” I promised.

He went deeper, praising me with every inch. I wriggled on him, testing what he was doing to me.

“I’m halfway in. You’re fucking amazing.”

He thrust another inch and reached to take a handful of my breast, squeezing me and tweaking my nipple. I grabbed his hand and guided it between my legs.

“God, I love it when you show me what you need. Is this it?” He tapped my clit then rubbed it.

I keened, the report of pleasure rising and rising, starting with my clit and added to by my stretched ass. Malachi swore a blue stream and kept up the action, at the same time, easing into me more until his body was flush to mine.

“You’re doing it. You’re taking me. Fucking hell.”

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