Page 11 of Game Over

Shelovedit when I begged, and luckily, Tara didn’t make me do it for long before she sank down on me fully, swallowing my cock in one quick motion.

My moan was broken as it ripped from me, her cunt squeezing around my shaft so tightly it was almost too much. I’d fucked a few girls before Tara, but none of them had felt like this. Like she’d been made specifically to drive me insane the moment I’d gotten inside her.

“Fuck, you feel good,” she praised, bouncing on my cock. Her hands found purchase on my middle, using it as leverage, pressing hard with each bounce. Every once in a while she would pause at the bottom, grinding her hips against me, letting out a whine as her clit met my pelvis.

“You’re so…” my words failed me. Amazing? Earth-shattering? I didn’t know how to express how good she felt, but I wanted to.

I wanted to give Tara anything, everything she could ask for.

“You too,” she said, as if she’d read my mind. Her eyes softened, briefly transforming from the dominant woman who wanted nothing more than to top her pet to those caring, round eyes she had any other time she looked at me.

The ones that made me feel loved and cared for.

That made the dynamic between us feel easier than breathing.

“I need to come,” I said, trying to give some warning.

“Not yet,” she said firmly. “I want you to come with me.”

Damn. I wanted that too, but I could feel how close I was.

Every stroke of her made it more and more difficult to hold onto my control. Tara’s soft, panting moans and the sound of herwet cunt meeting my body pairing together in a symphony oftoo fucking sexythat made it hard to breathe.

“Please, let me touch you,” I begged, hands still pinned to the headboard as instructed. My fingertips were slightly numb and tingly from being at this angle for so long, but it was just another sensation adding to all the others.

She looked thoughtful, and for a moment, I thought she’d say no. Sometimes she did, and I was left to just watch—be nothing but a toy to her as she fucked me.

But she was feeling generous today.

“Okay puppy, touch me.”

My hands flew from the bar, gripping her hips easily and pulling myself up to meet her. She clung to me, our warm bodies finding comfort in one another as my hard thrusts made our skin clap.

My hands drifted down her midsection to find her clit, rubbing it in quick circles the way I knew she liked. My other came up to grab her tit, pulling it between my teeth.

“Fuck, Jesse, I’m close, don’t stop,” she cried, her movements getting faster, more desperate. I kept my rhythm knowing I was so close to being able to finally being able to cum, practically salivating at the idea of filling her tight cunt with me.

“Come for me,” she finally ordered.

Like I was wired to answer her as surely as pressing a button, my balls tightened then drained, filling her as I finally let go with a low groan. The pleasure rippled along my spine at finally releasing the pressure, making my pace stutter.

She came hard, pussy tightening around me like I was being milked with the way her muscles tightened.

When we were done she fell to the bed next to me, and I wrapped her up, needing to feel her warmth.

I kissed her forehead and she melted into me, letting my hands rub her back, making little erratic patterns with no real thought to them.

“How about we take a bath?” I suggested as we caught our breath.

She smiled, tired eyes finding mine dreamily. Aftercare in the tub was always her favorite. “Yes please.”

I wriggled off the bed,bending to press a soft kiss to Jesse’s kiss-swollen lips before heading into his ensuite to run the tub.

Jesse’s bathroom wasn’t really anything special, all white tile and the typical tub and shower combo that you saw in most rentals. But my beta had started making a point to stock their bathroom with the most delicious bath products in the history of the planet once he’d realized that I liked to unwind with a soak—and that? That was everything.

I stoppered the drain and ran the water, pulling the large glass canister of bath bombs down from the shelving unit over the toilet, picking through the options for one that he’d like. Selecting a large, purple monstrosity of a thing, I tossed it into the tub where it began to fizz immediately, leeching purple streaks into the surface of the water.

After carefully lighting some candles and flicking the lights back off, I padded back into Jesse’s room, offering my hands to him to help pull him up to sit. “Ready?”

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