6
TATE
“Fuck yeah—so fucking tight.”
I thrust my hips up faster, harder.
“Gonna cum so deep in your pretty little hole,” I groan, sweat dampening my brow as the pleasure climbs higher and higher. “My girl.” My voice comes out a snarl this time as I tighten my grip on my cock, feeling my frenum piercings rub over my palm as my fist pumps up and down madly.
Imagining those perfect tits of hers bouncing as she rides me, my mouth drops open, eyes rolling back in my head.
In my mind, she’s a goddess above me, nails digging into my chest as my dick sinks in and out of her, glistening with her arousal for me.
Only.
My hips slam upwards.
For.
I strangle my length like I know her perfect pussy will.
Me.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, eyes squeezing shut.
She rolls her hips and bounces on top of me, her ass slapping against my thighs to create a beautiful symphony of our joining, her moans and my grunts mixed together exactly how they should be.
My balls draw up.
Her dripping cunt squeezes around me.
“Fuck—fuck.”
I explode.
“Havoc!”
Thick ropes of white shoot from the head of my cock, splashing onto my hand and stomach in an endless stream.
Lying naked on top of my silk sheets, I pant, lashes fluttering open to take in the empty room.
But she’ll be in my arms soon enough.
Just five more days.
Then she’ll be mine forever.
Head turning to the side, my eyes hungrily take in the framed picture of The Bonding Games Champion in all her helmeted glory, sat proudly on top of my bedside table.
My Havoc.
Mine, mine, MINE.