Page 73 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

I think I drool a little. “Oh, wow.”

Little love hearts fill me from head to toe, and I poke my tongue out for a taste even before she orders, “Suck.”

“Oh, thank you, Ezzy,” I moan, the last part unintelligible as my mouth eagerly closes around her breast.

My next eager sound is further muffled when she used her hold on the back of my head to press me into her more firmly with a wicked little groan and a sinfully delicious, “Look at you. So desperate for me, my whore.”

My enthusiastic “yes” is a garbled mess against her skin as I lavish her nipple with my tongue, and it feels so good against me.

“Good boy. Keep sucking, Puppy, and I will reward you.”

Remembering I can speak into her mind with her side of the bond always open recently, I throw her way deliriously, lost in pleasure already, This is the reward.

“Oh?” she purrs with a slow grin, and my eyes roll back in my head again as she begins to stroke the back of it.

Yes . . . yes . . . I sigh into the bond on a cloud of ecstasy, limbs all tingling, and I get that weird but pleasurable shiver in the back of my neck. Oh, that’s so nice.

My entire body attempts to ping upwards in the next second as her hand wraps around the base of my cock and she slots me at her entrance. “Mmf!”

“Be still,” she chides.

Popping my mouth off her breast, I slur, “Yes, my empress.”

She goes rigid.

Freezing along with her, a momentary panic flares up fast within me.

But then she echoes, “Empress?” The word is low, and her tone is almost thoughtful, calculating. Her eyes have darkened, and there’s something dangerously intrigued in there, keen, nearly. Her hum vibrates my blood, and the sight of her straight teeth sinking into her soft lower lip has the fluid burning the surrounding veins, I’m so ridiculously hot. “I like the sound of that, Puppy. I like it a lot,” she tells me, the lust in her eyes at new levels now when the mismatched beauties shift back to mine. “You are always giving me such beautiful ideas.” A single finger on her free hand finds my cheek, and she presses her nail down just enough that I feel the faintest sting. “Such power in that title . . . Anyone who does not already would have to give me the respect I deserve.”

Transfixed, I watch her every move with wide eyes.

“I would rule the world truly.”

Whoopsies . . . I seem to be accidentally encouraging plans for Deadly Nightshade to take over the planet quite a bit lately . . .

I internally shrug. Oh well! What my Wifey wants, my Wifey gets!

Me and my brothers might have to make sure she doesn’t attempt to slaughter the entire population, though . . .

“Your intelligence makes me so wet, Tiger,” Ezzy purrs.

My mouth gapes open on a needy whine, pride and love and arousal roaring through me in a cacophony of noise.

And then she starts to sink down slowly.

“Oh my holy shit!” I all but scream, ruining her plans to torture me with an uncontrollable buck of my hips that has me slamming all the way inside her.

“Shit,” Ez hisses, and I groan and blabber unrepentantly as foreign wet, silken walls squeeze the life out of me. “Bad boy,” she grits out, left hand now on my chest where it’s darted to stabilise herself.

“Sorry,” I toss hastily into my vocalised stream of consciousness, head flying back, only her other hand still on the back of it preventing me from knocking my lights out on the taalk. “Oh, that . . . Heaven, Wifey . . . Oh my god . . .”

Moving her right hand to join the other on my torso, she rolls her hips, making me move inside her. “God, you are thick, Tiger. You stretch me well.”

“Yeah?” I grin lazily, but that’s wiped right off my face as she rises and falls back down on me with no warning. “Oh fuck!” I yelp. “Ah—”

She sets a rhythm that I completely mess up as I attempt to match it after studying her movements avidly, thrusting my hips up all over the place. I’m just trying to stay in that amazing silken glove of warmth, but she’s not having it as she barks, “Stay still and let me use you, whore,” while she reaches behind her and takes a firm grasp of my heavy balls.

I shriek out something somewhere between ecstasy and pain. “Yes! Yes, Ezzy!” I agree hastily, but it’s increasingly difficult. The pleasure is insurmountable, and I want to work to give her some in return. And I just can’t freakin’ stay still when she’s riding me like a horse. I’m too energised, my body too needy and demanding and desperate for all of her. I can’t get myself to be good. It’s a lot harder than I thought it would be from my fantasies about this moment where I’d imagined her exactly like this, with me gazing up at her in awe while she takes everything she deserves. I’m just too overloaded from all of this, all the excitement, and it has me moving about desperately beneath her even after I tried so hard to stay still.