Page 36 of Forbidden Game

Heat flushes her cheeks, and her doe eyes widen dramatically. Blood rushes directly down my length and my balls tighten. I can feel her fingers jolt through the soft fabric, and my dick twitches in response.

My earlier prayer has been answered in a bit of a roundabout way.

Sydney’s phone begins to ring on her nightstand, crashing reality back down. Her hands rear back, and her fingers curl into her palms like she just touched a hot plate. Her melted gaze hardens back to its default setting of professional disinterest.

“I have to take this. You should get ready. We’ve got a long day ahead.”

She doesn’t even check the caller ID, just swipes accept and jumps out of the bed.

Her steps are smooth as she strides to the balcony and unlocks the door, stepping out into the cold.

The little night shorts she is wearing do nothing but hug the globes of her ass. I afford myself an extra few seconds admiring them before forcing myself out of bed.

My dick is rock hard. There’s no hiding it.

Fuck.

I run a hand down my face as I turn the shower blistering hot and step under the scalding spray.

The burning water does nothing to drown out the noise in my brain. The last ten minutes just play on a loop.

Sydney’s perfect lips. Her smooth skin. Her round ass. Her soft fingers.

I brace my forearm on the wall as I grip my heavy cock.

I give it a quick pump, and the pleasure is immediate.

“Fuck,” I groan under my breath.

My hand starts moving on its own, fisting my dick at a slow rhythm. My eyes close, and all I can see is Sydney. This wouldn’t be the first time I got off thinking of her. But it would be the first time with her so close.

I imagine, what if she walked in? What if she joined me? If she strolled right into this shower, that silky night set becoming drenched in the spray. It would stick to the curves of her small body, hugging her juicy ass and tiny tits. I think of her getting to her knees before me and taking me between those soft lips.

My forehead falls against the wall as my pace quickens. It’s no longer my hands fucking my dick but her throat. The vision, the fantasy, blooms in my mind.

“Shit,” I mutter deeply, my breath becoming ragged.

My abs clench and my balls tighten right before I come in hot spurts. Pure bliss spreads throughout my body as the last of my come coats my hand. I don’t move for a minute. I just stand there as my chest begins to even out and the high lessens. I step back fully under the water and allow it to wash away the evidence.

I feel a lot better.

I feel like I could conquer the world. Which is good because that’s exactly what I need to do in a few hours.

Finally, I get out of the shower and dry off a little before wrapping a towel around my waist. I brace my hands against the sink, letting my hair drip onto the marble.

There’s a knock on the door followed by, “Hey, can I come in?”

My dick begins to stir again at the sound of Sydney’s honey-sweet voice.

Not the fucking time, lad.

I take a deep breath and force the tension to leave my body.

“Sure.” My voice comes out with a slight husk.

Bloody hell.

The door pops open, and the steam is immediately sucked out as I get hit with a cool breeze. Sydney dips her head around the frame and her gray gaze narrows on my body, snagging on the towel low on my hips. She lets out a small huff before walking in.

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