Page 79 of Forbidden Game

I might be able to come like this.

It’s like I’m in seventh form again, getting off like a fucking prepubescent teen.

But damn, she drives me absolutely mad.

“That feel good, love?”

“Yes, oh my God.” Her eyes tighten.

“Fuck, Syd. The things you do to me,” I groan.

She moans again in response, her arms sweeping up against my sweaty back. She links her hands between my shoulder blades, and her hips pick up their pace as she lifts them against me, increasing the pressure between us. My dick basically slides against the folds of her pussy, nothing but soaked fabric acting as a barrier between us.

“Fuck, Syd,” I repeat. Blood is rushing to my dick, and stars are dotting my eyes. There is barely any rational thought left in my brain right now. All I can focus on is the feeling of her against me. “God. Do you think you can come like this?” I ask her.

“Maybe,” she pants. “I think so.”

“Fuck.” It seems to be the only word my brain can form. “Fuck, okay, what can I do?”

I plant kiss after kiss against her neck and down her jaw.

I’ll do literally anything. Anything.

There is no way I’m coming like a fourteen-year-old in his boxers without Sydney joining me for the high.

“Flip over.”

I almost miss the words between our tangle of breaths, but I scoop my hands under her shoulders and hold her against me as I roll over. She rips off her robe and looks down at me. Her chest heaves heavily, pert breasts pressing against the little fabric left on her body. Blonde hair cascades around her flushed face. Every inch the melted ice princess.

My hands come down to settle on her ass, and I decide that I like this position a hell of a lot better. I knead her round cheeks, groaning at the feeling and shifting my hips under her.

I love her ass.

Syd eyes glaze over as she begins rolling her hips, and I have to calm myself down so I don’t shoot my load.

I take it back.

I don’t love this position, because watching her body rock above me is going to send me to an early death. Although, this wouldn’t be a bad way to die.

Her body tips forward and crushes against mine. The lace of her bra is sensitive across my skin, and she plasters herself to my chest and picks up the pace. Her nails dig into my shoulders. She grinds against me like her life depends on it. I curse into the crook of her neck as she sends me closer and closer into a state of oblivion.

“Fuck, yes, baby,” I breathe. “Use me. Fucking use me. That’s it.” I urge her on, sinking the pads of my fingers around her waist to deepen her rough movements.

“Oh God.” The words leave her in a strangle, her voice pitching higher and higher as her hips move faster and faster. “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.” The pleas fall from her lips against my skin.

The top half of her body arches up, and she jerks against me in short motions, her clit rubbing frantically against the throbbing tip of my dick.

It’s too much.

I’m not going to last.

I’m not going to fucking last.

My abs contract as my balls tighten one last time. The euphoria shoots through me.

“Fuck, babe, I’m coming.” My head pushes back against the mattress as hot jets of come coat me.

Her hips stutter, her rhythm faulting, but my grip remains tight on her, guiding the movements.

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