Page 192 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

She was made for me, and I was made for her.

And things didn’t go exactly as planned, but the other men here don’t take away how utterly divine this moment is.

“Havoc,” I groan raggedly, brokenly, pelvis flush against hers as I grind myself deeper, as deep as I can go. I want to be buried inside her forever, to imprint myself on her soul.

Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine . . . Love you, love you, love you, love you . . .

Fingers flexing on her leg, I pull back almost to the tip before slamming back home, moaning again at the euphoric sensations rushing from the head of my cock and all the way to the roots of my hair. With her delicious moan in response, I set a rough, fast pace, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the limo as I drill into her, eyes rolling back in my head, veins on fire.

“Fucking Christ . . .” I dimly hear Cooper’s hiss in the background, but I don’t spare a thought for him as I soak in all that is my Havoc, fucking into her with abandon.

She clenches around me, and my hips stutter before I angle them differently, trying to hit that spot deep inside her that should have her screaming for me.

“Fuck yes,” she growls, and I know I’ve got it.

Every thrust of mine punches a gravelly groan from my throat as I keep slamming my cock into that same spot. “Yeah? Right there? Can you feel my piercings, baby? Do they feel good?” I grunt out, sweat beading on my brow. At the same time, I hear another distant sound: Alby whimpering and gasping, probably having the time of his life with our Bonded’s ass being shoved into his dick with every snap of my hips.

“I can,” she moans, and her hand moves to my nape, nails digging in, spurring me on. “I . . . like them very much,” she admits huskily, and I will definitely be fucking her brains out every chance I get from now on just to hear her walls come down as she admits her truths.

“Knew you would,” I grit out, pressing my sweat-damp forehead to hers, our breaths mingling. Then I crash my mouth onto those plush lips, famished, my only sustenance her.

Tasting her, I stroke my tongue along hers, cock twitching wildly inside her as her tongue caresses mine in return. Her inner walls grip me tighter, urging me to sink my teeth into her lower lip and earning me another sinful moan. “Fuck—fuck . . .” I rasp, pleasure zapping all throughout me, the base of my spine pure heat and tingling.

“Let me see,” she pants, and I grin past my laboured breaths, knowing immediately what she’s asking for.

Pulling my upper body back, I move my hand from her leg to her chin, angling her head down between us to where my own gluttonous eyes glue obsessively to watch the way my thick cock plunges in and out of her pussy, slick and glistening with her arousal, my skin coated in her. Havoc lets out a hoarse sound of pleasure and clamps down around me once again, and I shudder, knees weakening while my cock throbs painfully at the lewd sight of me claiming my girl in such a raw, thorough way. And her silky walls are just too. Thrust. Fucking. Thrust. Good. Thrust.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Look at how fucking good I stretch you. You love my fat cock.”

“I do,” she grits out, flicking her intense gaze up to meet mine and glaring daggers at me like this is a problem I should fix.

Fucking hell, that’s so hot.

And also not happening. The only problem here is that I can’t stitch myself into her to ensure we’ll never be apart.

“Then watch,” I growl, the hammering of my hips into her unrelenting. “Watch how fucking well I fill you. Watch how your little cunt is forced to take me, to let me in.”

My next thrust is brutal, probably crushing the quiet man behind her as I bury myself to the hilt, holding myself there and rolling my hips so she can feel all of me.

“I want more. Give me more,” she snarls like an animal, and I fucking love it.

“My greedy girl,” I murmur, giving her what she wants, and her head drops back onto Alby’s shoulder, mouth open wide as I continuously shove the air from her lungs, moving in and out of her savagely.

Alby only snatches my attention for a moment then, because I notice he isn’t helping me please my girl. And when I think about another man getting what he is right now, sharing her with me when she was always meant to be mine and only mine, and not working to give her the pleasure she deserves . . . jealousy and anger surge up within me despite my previous laxness about the other men in here. So I snarl, “Please our girl. Make her feel good. Give her what she needs . . . Touch her tits.”

With a squeaked agreement and his usual flush but a thousand times deeper, Alby’s hands fly to her breasts. Then freeze there like he doesn’t know what to do now that he holds such magnificence in his palms.

I can respect that.

“Yes, be a good slut, Puppet,” Havoc purrs in her silky voice of sin, keeping a hand on my neck while the other moves behind her to cup the back of his, raking her nails through the dark hair at his nape.

Mewling, he obeys at once, his hands squeezing the plump flesh in them. And when I slam my hips forwards harder, he moans along with our girl from the friction between their bodies, unable to keep himself from rutting up against her again.

Hmmm . . . it’s actually hot to watch her get the pleasure and worship she deserves from him—from us all.

I think about any other man but me or one of the guys in my Bonded group putting their hands on her in the same way.

My vision turns red, and a malicious growl crawls up my throat.