Page 122 of Wanna Play A Game?

I grip his dick tightly, smelling musk and ass. I start stroking him as Miles pushes against my opening. I groan. He pauses.

“You’re doing fine, Miles,” Ryder says. “A little more pressure. Get past the ring.”

Miles pushes in more. My ass stings from Ryder’s earlier assault, and I groan. I jerk Ryder roughly. The pain shoots straight to my groin. I drop Ryder to reach down to grip my dick.

Ryder yanks my head back by my hair. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

The pain in my back and my ass make my vision hazy. I look up at Ryder’s huge body through half-lidded eyes. His eyes glint. “Where are my tears, Sawyer?”

Before I can prepare myself, Ryder lifts his arm and smacks me in the face so hard my ears ring. My eyes water. Ryder grips my chin, yanking my face up to him, watching the tears roll down my cheeks.

“There they are. Fuck, you’re so hot.”

Miles groans behind us. He’s fully seated in me now. “Jesus,” he mutters. “So…tight.”

“Heaven, isn’t it?” Ryder pinches my stinging cheek, causing me to jerk, and my muscles tighten around Miles.

Miles groans again, and Ryder laughs.

“Touch yourself,” Ryder demands.

I do, stroking my dick hard, the pleasure immediately mixing with the fog, sending me into a state of euphoria.

Both of my men chase their pleasure using me, and it makes me that much harder. Miles doesn’t last long at all before he’s stiffening and groaning. Ryder jerks off over me slowly, sliding his hand up and down, dragging it out.

The one arm holding me up trembles. Ryder says something to Miles. He pulls out of me, and Ryder sits me back.

“I’m going to use your tears to make me come. You can finish, but only after I have. Understand?”

I nod.

“Eyes on me, Sawyer.”

I flick my gaze up to him. Ryder’s eyes are dark with lust and heat. He looks powerful, soft, and hungry. I see him swing back for another hit, but I don’t close my eyes. The hit is hard, and my eyes water again. I let the tears stream down my face.

“Fuck.” Ryder jerks himself over me violently, coming on my face. I blink, feeling the hot spurts of cum hit my forehead andcheeks. I wait with my mouth open, stroking my dick. My balls are so tight I’m about to explode.

“Come for me, brat.”

I do, euphoria filling my body. I come into my hand in harsh bursts. Fuck, it feels so damn good.

As the high starts to come down, I feel sub-drop lock into place, and my emotions immediately drop.

Warm hands grip my shoulders and pull me up. Ryder wraps me up, pulling me into his body. “You’re okay. You did just fine. Miles, get a warm cloth.”

I close my eyes, burying my head into Ryder. The pain is intense, ripping through me every time I move.

Something warm strokes the side of my face.

“Let me get your face,” Ryder rumbles.

I pull back slightly. Miles looks concerned. Ryder washes the cum from me.

I feel an odd, hysterical laugh in my chest. Usually, it’s me or Ryder putting him into subspace, not the other way around.

“He’s fine.” Ryder bands his arms around me. “Grab a few painkillers and get me some hot washcloths and bandages.”

I feel Ryder pull us to the couch. I sink down into him gratefully.