Page 64 of Our Final Game

Tyson looks even bigger than he already is from here. His eyes have gone completely dark. I can’t tell if I’m turned on or afraid or both as he stares down at me.

But whatever it is, I really like it.

“I should use my shadows to fuck you,” Tyson growls.

“Ty … you’re such a fucking pervert.” I bite my lip as I try to back away from him.

“Oh yeah? Then why are you so wet I can see the spot through your pants?”

“What?! That’s not true!” I yelp, trying to cover what’s obviously true with my hand.

“Right, anyway, as I was saying,” he says, summoning shadows that begin to lick at my legs.

“Let’s get you out of these stupid clothes.”

“Ty…” I whine as the shadows rip at my pants first and then my top. The dark tendrils are moving over my now bare skin, and I can’t believe my body likes this. It’s so insane, it feels so good, like it’s licking every part of me all at once.

“Fuck … taste so good baby, every inch of you.” Tyson groans, standing over me while his shadows wrap around my legs, up my thighs, and finally around my erection. A tendril slips into me, and I arch my back, writhing around wildly.

“Let’s get you ready for me.”

“Ty! Please!” I cry out.

“I can cum just watching it fuck you. I can feel it, you know? This is what happens when you tease for far too long, Rohan.”

“I won’t tease you anymore, I’ll let you fuck me ah, please…” The shadow squeezes my dick tighter and sinks into me deeper, my eyes rolling back. I’m going insane. It feels so hot inside me.

“Mmm, I think you should beg for it now.”

“Beg? Tyson, no, just hurry and fuck me!”

“See, that’s your problem, you can never behave for long,” Tyson says before making his shadows wrap around my neck and choke me, while loosening just a little around my erection.

No, he can’t stop like this. I need more.

I need all of it.

“Mmm, you say I’m a pervert, but you’re literally so close to cumming from being choked. Just behave, and I’ll let you.”

I nod frantically, “Please fuck me, I’ll be good.”

Tyson releases me, his shadows retreating into his body. He strips out of his clothes and climbs over me onto the bed. His gaze is heated as his eyes trail over my entire body, like he’s savoring the very image. Time feels like it’s moving so slowly. Too slowly.

“Ty … hurry!”

“What did I say?” Tyson growls.

“Be good,” I whine when he bites my ear.

“Right, you’re getting it.”

He settles himself between my thighs before grabbing the oil on the small wooden bedside table and covering his dick with a more than necessary amount. Tyson lines himself up with my hole, leaning down close to my face. “Since you’re so eager to let me fuck you,” He says, pressing in.

I squeeze my thighs around his waist on reflex. His dick is pushing into me, so thick, it burns a little going in. But it’s everything I want, that I need right now. Tyson is still slow and careful as he buries himself deeper inside me.

“You’re so fucking tight … Rohan,” he grunts, tilting his head back.

There’s a few beats between us once he’s settled in me and our breath has evened out. Our gaze is locked, like everything in this world has zeroed in on this very moment. But it’s too much, and I can’t take anymore waiting.