Page 67 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

Sniffling, I hiccup. “I-it wasn’t y-your f-fault. But I— But w-we h-hardly e-even had you, a-and you—you’ve be-been gone i-in so m-many d-different ways since th-the Ball.”

Stroking my head gently, she brings her lips to my ear, whispering, “I would never willingly leave you, Alby. I would gladly slaughter anyone outside of our Bonded group, but you are in it. And those in it . . . I will protect with everything in me. I would burn the world for you, Alby. For any of you five.” My lungs break down. “Do you understand me?” Her voice lowers, tone becoming more severe to emphasise her point, the undeniable truth in her words. “I would burn it all. I would make ashes of everything just to get to you.”

Gasping for breath, I crush her to me. My eyes are the largest they’ve ever been, heart the fullest, too.

She never says things she doesn’t mean, so she . . .

My cock rises to attention once more.

Now I’m humiliated, because how can anyone be this much of a mess? I don’t think my body’s ever been in such a state of confusion.

But Ezla doesn’t seem to mind one bit, expression serious as she pulls back, spine-tingling gaze even more intense than usual as she observes me. “Would you like me to take your virginity today, Alby?” she asks point-blank.

I inhale a sharp breath.

I don’t hesitate.

“Yes.”

Wasting as little time as me, Ezla’s uncaring about my soaked body and her damp one as she guides me out of the bathroom and into my bedroom after turning the shower off. Her hand is in mine, making me feel completely light and airy, until she rips it away. “On the bed, Alby. I have been waiting for you. For this. I am impatient to feel my shy boy’s cock.”

Oh my gods.

Almost tripping over my feet to get there, I scramble onto the bed. Quickly laying myself out on the silk sheets, my chest rises and falls chaotically. “I—I’ve been impatient, too,” I admit shakily, then rush out, “N-not that I mind that you took your time! Whatever—whatever you’re comfortable with—”

Her hand is slapped over my mouth and her slim figure on top of me in the next second.

Leaning in, she says with amusement, “Do not panic yourself, Puppet. I understood perfectly well what you meant.” Her tone darkens then, dropping to a sinful caress of inky smoke. “You are desperate for me, eager for me to use you. You are yearning for your cock to sink into my hot, wet pussy.”

Mouth wide open, I can only stare, eyes bugged out of my head. Arousal drips down my shaft, and her eyes drift down my body as if sensing it, coming to settle on my length to watch the drop of pre-cum roll down to the base of me. “Beautiful,” she murmurs as if to herself, and I internally implode. Lifting her gaze back to mine, the flickering embers in it bore into me. “I do not know if I can wait any longer, Alby. I do hope the shower was enough foreplay for you.”

My head bobs all over the place. “Y-yes! Yes, Ezla. Please . . . I-I want to feel you so bad. So, so badly,” I keen.

“Then let me give us what we are both aching for,” she whispers, and she shifts, knees either side of my hips as she takes my swollen cock in her hand.

Oh my god, this is happening.

Mewling, I writhe for her, fingers twisting in the bedsheets. “Oh . . . Oh, god.”

Sinking her teeth into her lower lip, she brings the head of my cock to her entrance. I think I momentarily lose consciousness when she swipes it through her soaked folds.

“Shit, that is good. You are already wonderful, Puppet,” Ezla moans, lashes fluttering closed.

“Tha—thank y-yo— Oh fuck!” I yelp as she abruptly takes me in an inch, the top of me disappearing inside of her. My gigantic eyes glue to the sight of us connected, and every atom in me forgets how to function. “Oh my god . . .” I no better than croak.

Walm palms coming to rest on my damp chest, Ezla sinks down another handful of centimetres, moaning breathily, “Alby . . .”

My balls draw up abruptly, and I let out an involuntarily yelp. “O-oh my god,” I repeat, half delirious, slightly alarmed. “Oh my god, d-don’t s-say my name like that, E-Ezla . . . or—or I’ll come too soon.”

“I do not remember telling you that you could give me orders.” Her words come out as a groan, dismissing me, before she deliberately purrs, “Alby. My Puppet.” Her voice is as shiver-inducing, as debilitating, as her slickened walls around me, and my eyes squeeze shut tightly as I hold off my orgasm.

“P-please, I don’t w-want to ruin this.”

“But what if I want you to come until it hurts? Until you are weeping for me?”

I stop breathing, eyes snapping back open. “Th-then—then that’s exactly what I want, too.”

My yell leaves my ears ringing as she takes me all the way to the hilt.