Page 80 of Forbidden Game

“No. Keep going. Keep going. I told you to use me.”

The sensation is fucking out of this world, and my cock is sensitive as shit, but I keep myself together as she keeps rocking back and forth, the last of my cum pulsing out of my cock.

I’m riding my high as she continues to chase hers.

Little gasps of “yes, yes, yes,” fall from her lips, and she sucks in a shaky breath before her lips part in a silent moan, the perfect O forming as her eyes squeeze tight and her hips jerk roughly before she freezes and I feel her cunt pulse against me. Then, she collapses, her skin slapping against mine as she lies on my chest.

Our breathing is ragged, the tempo a total cacophony, but it sounds like music to me.

“Oh my God.”

“I know,” I agree with her. I lift my hand to move back the damps strands of her bangs that are plastered against her forehead.

She cranes her neck at the motion, her chin digging into me.

“We really did that.” She blinks at me as if she doesn’t quite believe I’m there.

“We did.”

She snorts, resting her cheek against my chest again. “I don’t want to move.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Good,” she mumbles. “Too tired.”

I laugh and continue to lightly stroke her hair, careful not to pull any of the tangles. Post-orgasm Sydney is the most relaxed I’ve seen her in my life.

Her breathing slows, and she burrows herself further into me.

“I hate to be the party pooper,” I start.

She groans.

“But aren’t you supposed to pee or something?”

She groans again. “I think that’s only sex. I’ll be fine.”

“If you say so, but—”

“Parker,” she groans at me even louder.

“But I’m currently covered in my own jizz, and I need to shower, love.”

She lifts her head and stares up at me through narrow eyes. She rolls off me and digs at the sheets until she crawls beneath them. “Have fun, I’m going to sleep.” The words are muffled by the pillow she’s stuck her face on. I lean over and drop a kiss on her head before slipping out of the bed.

“You could join me,” I call back to her as I make for the bathroom.

Her garbled response gets lost, and I just chuckle.

I peel off my briefs, using them to wipe off the remaining cum before tossing them on the floor and rinsing off in the shower quickly. It’s only when I step out and dry off that I realize I have nothing with me. There’s not a chance in hell I’m putting my underwear back on. My room is the one across from hers, but I don’t really want to chance that little excursion in the nude.

With my luck, I’ll be halfway across the hall, and Aleks or Jackson will pop out of their rooms.

I hang my damp towel up before going about Syd’s hotel room and shutting off each of the lights. The room slowly descends into darkness.

When I pick up my phone from where I abandoned it on the coffee table, I see a bunch of texts blowing up my phone. All of them are from the group chat I have with the guys, minus a stray text from my mum congratulating me on my win earlier.

I send Aleks and Jackson a peace emoji to shut them up and then bump a quick response to my mum before tossing the phone on the nightstand.

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