Page 151 of Forbidden Game

“Am I your god now?”

“You can be whatever you want if you keep that up.”

“What if I told you it could be better?”

“I—” I gasp as he slams back into me, stars bursting in my eyes. “I’d say show me.”

He pauses in his pounding and reaches across to pull his nightstand open. Through watery eyes I recognize the bottle of lube. I suck in a breath as the cold liquid hits me, the feeling strangely sensitive.

Parker resumes moving inside me, but it’s slower this time as his finger continues to rim me in time with his rhythm. My core tightens in expectation.

My body begins to relax as my orgasm continues its steady build. The tip of Parker’s finger pushes, and I gasp so loudly, it’s like I steal all the air around us. The sensation is odd at first, but I quickly become acclimated.

“How does it feel?”

“Good,” I hum, pressing farther into him, aching for release.

His speed picks up, and his finger pushes in more. My body completely overloads with pleasure at the dual sensations. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and I don’t want it to stop. I want more. I want everything he can give me.

“God, I love this ass,” he grunts. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

The guttural tone of his voice and the praise send me over the edge. My orgasm cascades over me like the final note in a sonata. My body chimes with satisfaction as I come.

“Oh, God, Parker.”

I’m not sure how, but it seems like every orgasm with Parker is better than the last.

I won’t tell him because I don’t need to feed his self-love any more than necessary, but I am starting think he wields some sort of sex magic.

“Fuck, Syd, I’m coming.”

His hands grip my ass cheeks so hard they burn as he pounds into me, pushing me farther into the mattress. He comes with a grunt, and I look over my shoulder to watch him fall off the edge.

He tips his head back, and I admire my prince as he gives me a lazy grin.

“Best sex.”

“Definitely one for the books.” I smile.

He pulls out of me and places a kiss on my nose before he throws the condom in his trash can. He grabs a pair of discarded sweatpants from the floor and slips them on.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“To get us some breakfast from the kitchen. I need some fuel before we go round two.”

“Round two?” I squeak.

I’m not sure my vagina can handle that.

He sits on the corner of the bed and pushes my sweaty bangs from my forehead.

“I can’t get enough of you, Sydney.”

I smile at him. “You better bring back a feast and lots of coffee.”

He boops my nose, and I watch as he leaves the room, keeping my eyes on his ass the entire time. I guess we really are a perfect match. An ass-obsessed couple.

I laugh to myself and roll over, staring up at the ceiling.

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