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Aventurine is a jerk. You believe that gambling freak would fight you properly, but no, he choose to gamble. You challenge him for a fight, and yet he can't quit on gambling for a day. Obviously, since he would open his mouth to challenge every machine you tried. Walking past the lucky spin machine, he made time inviting you to bet how much prize he can pull. Not interested, you knew he pulls everything if he wanted to. You speed up your legs movement, little by little creating distance between both of you. He noticed it actually, the distance slightly visible. However, he let it slide because his point of view equated that as an amusing reaction. He actually found any physical refusal you gave rather an entertainment than protests. Not gonna lie, he string along that 'annoying' title you gave him.
"Now, young lady, why don't you try this machine instead?" The blond head taps on a slot machine and you immediately rolls your eyes.
"How about a little treat? You want snack?" He throw anything to attract your attention back while walk before you. He knew what he did, and no, it's not like he's desperate for it. He just want to tease you. His offers wouldn't stop, candy, doll, new dress, anything, until you throw a tantrum. Most amusing show that only he can enjoy. Eventually, you stop when he in the middle of daydreaming. His already hardening member nudge your upper back. You're that small, draws more naughty stuff he added on his imaginary list of him being creepy towards you. You could throw up if you can read that list.
"Fine, let's gamble." Finally. This is the time he have been waiting for.
"You know the rule, right?"
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"I can't do it..."
His lips tugged to a smirk, eyeing your small body shift lower with that unsure trembled motion you made. Fabulous performance he ever feast in his life. By the way your walls clench around him got him rock hard every second past. While you trying your best refuse to become a cry baby, keep that sturdy girl title. Your hands that intertwined with his turns light suddenly, can't hold any longer until Aventurine himself secure the grip. He found that amusing because you now rely on him. Soft hoarse voice of yours always mention his name in between any puffs. He won't help but gets feisty after witnesses how you swallow him whole inside. He headlong lift you up and down, bounce your tiny little body against his throbbing shaft.
Head falls back, thrusting into you again and again without glimpse a little to your wretched state. You make that squeaking sound the time he pound your cervix and this happens in repeat causing you to collapse, yet it's not gonna stop his assault. Your belly bulged the same tempo his hips rocks. Your hands reach his clothing, grasping them rough, rough as he abuse your immature cunt. Feels like you lost your mind, squirming no more even though the blonde shows nonchalant respond towards it. He use you like you're a fleshlight for his own good. After a few while, he empties his balls, eyes rolls up from bliss. Pull off of you then discharge the now cum-filled condom.
His fingers caress around your face, tracing that pale skin. Eventually reach your chin then raise your head up. You didn't seems to looks okay, you hate pain. He understand the tiredness that painted on your face. Just some more tease, he won't let you go yet. There's something more in his mind. Handle you like a princess, carries you like one toward nearby roulette table. Leave that fancy sofa, you're now bend over that table while he stroke his own for second round. You manage to escape, however he steadying your position back. You're a pair of holes for him to use. Your body shivers, all strength drained after he beat you in any games. Regret not believing Ms. Trailblazer about how lucky that gambling freak are. Beat him in gambling is impossible, now you owe him trillion credits. Stupid.
"Fuck, so tight."
"You still so tight even after I rearranged your guts." You flinched as he once again slip inside you. Your already swollen walls forcedly taking his length. Seems like he didn't use condom this time. Well it's not like you're able to get pregnant. Since you are now his personal slut, you serve him with obedience. He loved it when you initiating yourself by relaxing your muscles for him. Although you actually hope this end as soon as possible. However, no sign of over engrave on that pretty face. He buck his hip with brutal pace, make you frantically scream.
"Stop, Aventurine...stop!" Heard that would simply set him on fire. He flip you over and face you, lay his eyes on your naked figure. Your flat chest heaving, those pink shade invite him for a kiss. Can't hold but savor your nipple using his tongue. His digits work for your other one, plan them swollen under his penetration.
"No, you will bathe on my cum, breed my kids, and call me your husband." He babbled something weird without stop hammering you alongside that table. His signature chips are falling down from there like a rain, rippling thudding sounds joins your whimper and his groan in the air.
"You're mine. Mine."