Page 35 of The Forever Game

I love watching her fall apart.

It’s so fucking hot, and I can’t wait to plunge my cock inside her.

But first…

Trailing my fingers back around her body, I wait until she’s close to the edge, then help her take a flying leap by thrusting two fingers back inside her and curling them against her G-spot.

“Ahhh,” she groans. “Yes. Baby, yes!” Her sounds turn to high-pitched squeaks, and I know she’s about to shatter.

I watch in wonder, loving the way her muscles go taut just before the explosion. Then she’s vibrating, squirming on her toes and shuddering as the orgasm washes through her. She’s still riding out the wave when I set the vibrator aside and softly murmur, “You want more?”

I’m already unzipping my pants, grinning when she nods and pants, “Hell yes, baby.”

Mr. Jones is more than happy to come out and play. He pops free as I shove my pants down, looking for release. The second my tip hits her entrance, he’s doing a happy dance. I can feel his glee as I grasp Caroline’s hips and thrust into her.

She cries out the way she always does, and I revel in that sound… revel in that feeling of being wrapped in her warm center. She’s fucking fantastic, and I pump into her, closing my eyes and absorbing every sensation traveling through me.

“Fuck yeah, baby. You’re so hot.”

She whimpers, thrusting back against me and bending forward for a different angle. I deliver, my pace picking up as I pound into her the way she likes—hard and fast.

I grip her ass cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze and loving the way pregnancy softens her curves, giving me more to hold on to. I love the way her body has changed over the years, enjoying her at every stage, falling deeper and deeper as we grow together.

Yeah, that’s a fucking philosophical thing to think when my cock is buried in her pussy, but it’s true. The longer I’m with this woman, the more I love her. She’s become a part of my soul.

She whimpers again, gripping the edge of the vanity and nudging back, telling me to go a little faster, plunge a little deeper. I happily oblige, breaths punching out of me faster and faster as my body starts to reach that point of mind-blowing ecstasy.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby.”

“You too,” she pants, tipping her head back and moaning some more.

I slow my pace, wanting to draw this out, because being inside her is so fucking good and these chances are getting harder to find. The boys are asleep, and I need to take advantage of this downtime we’ve got together.

Gliding my hands in front of her, I slow my pace to these long, languid pulls as my fingers find her clit.

“Youaretrying to kill me,” she whispers. “Death by multiple orgasms.”

I grin, catching her eye in the mirror. “Like I said, it’s a good way to go, baby.”

“Yeah.” She smiles back at me, her eyes bright and stunning before she snaps them shut, her lips parting as I hit her sweet spot again. She burrows farther back into me, my cock starting to twitch as her inner walls clamp around me.

“Keep going,” she squeaks. “I need that friction.”

I start pumping a little faster, and she lets out these gasping screams, her hand clamping over mine when she hits another orgasm and starts milking my cock. It takes me all of five seconds to start jerking inside her, the climax hitting me like a wrecking ball. I slam into her, uncontrolled thrusts that make us both cry out while I empty myself.

At least I can’t get her pregnant again right now, right?

Shit, she says my sperm must burn through the condoms, and it’s no wonder why. They probably fire through those things because she turns me on so fucking hard. She makes me come like a nuclear explosion because she’s so fucking hot. Her pussy is still clenching around me, making it hard to breathe or do anything but clutch her hips and hold on.

My strangled cries are no doubt comical as my body tries to regulate again.

It’s taking its sweet time, and I jerk once more before finally finding my breath again. My heart rate slowly starts to decelerate. I stay inside her, resting my forehead against her shoulder, then lightly kissing a path up her neck as I hum the chorus to “Sweet Caroline.”

She lets out a throaty laugh, biting her bottom lip and staring at me in the mirror.

Her blue eyes are bright, smiling at me before her lips follow suit.

“Love you, Cherry Girl,” I whisper.

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