Page 51 of Cyber Revenge

She shifts her hips once, grinding her pussy against my cock through my jeans, and I lose all sense of reality.

The next round, she laughs so hard when I miss a kill that I toss my controller across the couch in fake anger.

“You’re distracted,” she teases.

“You’re half-naked in my lap with your tits bouncing, killstreak. You think?”

She giggles, picks up her controller, and presses it to her lips in mock thought.

“You know the controller vibrates when you get shot, right?”

I blink. She slides the controller between her thighs.

Andmoans.

I lose it. I grab her hips and pin her to the couch, kissing her like I haven’t already been inside her in a forest, blood on our skin and dirt on our knees.

This is different. This is slow. Heavy. Like we are starting something this time, not ending it.

I pull her thong aside and press the vibrating controller against her clit, watching her eyes flutter and her breath hitch.

She grips my arm, moaning, legs shaking already.

And then I slide inside her. Her whole body arches.

The controller still buzzing between us, and I don’t stop.

Not when she comes.

Not when she sobs.

Not when she begs me for more.

I take it slow. Deep. Every thrust, a promise I don’t know how to say out loud yet. I kiss her jaw. Her throat. The scar I left beneath her breast.

Thrust after thrust, the controller buzzes as she leaves her finger on the trigger.

“Our kill/death ratio is going to be shot to shit on this round, killstreak,” I pant as I slam into her.

Her eyes lock on mine.

“Fucking worth it,” she says as she presses the controller on her clit more, grinding into it.

“This needy cunt is swallowing my cock so well, little killer,” I growl in her ear before sitting up and flipping her over. I smack her ass, the red fingerprints welting on her skin like beautiful art.

“Fuck yes, harder,” she says breathlessly.

I line my cock up with her dripping entrance as she wiggles her ass at me, begging for it.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” I laugh at her before slamming into her. She cries as I do, making my cock impossibly harder.

I wrap one hand around her throat and pull her up to me, her back flush with my chest. My other hand grips her hip as I continue to fuck into her.

“This pretty pink pussy is mine now,” I say in her ear, low and deep. She tries to speak, but I squeeze her throat tighter, taking away her air. Her hands reach up, grasping at mine.

“If I wanted you to breathe, I would fucking let you.”

I bite down on her neck and feel her pussy pulsate around my cock as she comes. The coppery tinge of blood coats my mouth, and I bite down harder as she continues to come undone. I let up my grip slightly, and she gasps for air.