Page 26 of The Game Changer

“How attached to this thong are you?” I ask again.

“I don’t know, not really, I guess,” she says and that’s all I need to know. I’ll buy her ten new ones if she wants. I grip the fabric in my fist and pull. It rips at one of the seams, just like I knew it would.

“Holy shit that was hot,” she tells me as she looks down, our eyes locking once more.

With her panties out of my way, I return to playing and teasing her pussy. My fingers circle her clit as I bring my tongue to her opening, lapping at it as I build her back up. It doesn’t take nearly as long this time to bring her to the edge of orgasm. I back off a second time, her dismay not lost on me. This time, I stand, shucking my own clothes as quickly as possible. I open my wallet, pulling out the condom I stashed in it just the other day. I roll the latex down my cock, giving it a few strokes once on.

“This is going to be hard and fast,” I warn Jill as I line my cock up with her entrance.

“Yes!” she cries as I thrust inside, pinning her against the door. I thrust as hard and fast as I can. Her pussy instantly starts to flutter and squeeze my cock as her orgasm barrels through her body. I piston my hips through it, milking her of everything I can get. I crash my lips against hers, sucking her tongue hard against my own as my hips smack relentlessly against hers. I swallow her cries of pleasure with each thrust. I can feel my own orgasm start to build. The tingle at the base of my spine that quickly makes its way down and into my balls as they smack against her ass with each thrust.

“Come again with me,” I say, nipping at her lips as I thrust my hips one last time. I groan her name as my orgasm hits me full on, triggering her body to spasm with mine. I don’t know how I manage to stay standing, especially with holding all of her weight along with mine. My legs are shaking by the time I stop filling the condom with my release. Because of the weird angle, I slip from her pussy much sooner than I would have preferred. Jill’s sated body slides down mine, until her feet find the floor. Once I’m convinced she’s got her feet under her, I step back, sliding the condom off and tying it so I can toss it in the trash.

“That was incredible,” she tells me when I’ve returned from tossing the condom.

“I’d have to agree. Shower with me now?” I ask, sliding my hand around her side, resting my palm against her lower back and I press her mostly naked torso against my own naked body.

“Sure,” she agrees. I lead her into my room and to the edge of the bed where I motion for her to sit. I sink down and remove her fuck-me heels, then remove her bra, the only two pieces of clothing that managed to stay on during our tryst just now.

“Okay, now we can shower,” I tell her, pulling her back up and into the bathroom. I start the water, making sure it is turned up nice and hot like she likes before we both step under the spray.

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“Did you have fun tonight?” I ask once we both slide into bed. Jill is lying with her head on my chest, our legs intertwined together, and I have my fingers running through her hair. We’ve easily found comfort in one another these last couple of weeks, finding mutual pleasure in one another’s bodies, but what I find myself craving the most is our conversations that follow the sex. I find them more intimate than the sex can ever be.

“I did. Thank you for being my date.”

“Of course, you make it pretty easy to be by your side,” I tell her, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. We lay here for a few minutes, the silence not awkward at all. Jill runs her fingertips over the ridges and valleys of my muscles. They occasionally twitch under her touch, which draws the cutest little giggles from her lips when it happens.

“Can I ask you a question?” she asks, shifting so that she can look up at me.

“Of course, you can ask me anything,” I assure her.

“I know we’ve just been enjoying one another, seeing how things were going to play out here,” she says, and I’m not quite sure where she’s going with this. I start to internally panic that she’s going to tell me that she doesn’t want to keep seeing one another.

“Yeah,” I say, trying to encourage her to finish her train of thought and get to her question.

“I thought that I could do the casual thing, but I don’t think I can. The thought of you seeing someone else doesn’t sit well with me. Not that you’d really have time to, seeing how we’ve practically been attached to one another for the last couple of weeks. I need to know that you want the same, I don’t want things to end.” As soon as those last six words leave her lips, my heart soars and I realize that I want this woman more than I knew I could want anyone.

“Thank fuck,” I grit out. “I don’t want anyone else but you. And I sure as shit won’t share you with another man,” I tell her, pulling her to straddle my lap. I sit up until I can lean my back against the headboard and we’re sitting face to face. I cup her cheeks in my large hands, pulling her the rest of the way into me until I can press my lips against hers. My cock twitches between us and I can feel her body starting to respond.

Jill pulls away from the kiss, a blissful look on her face. Her lips are slightly swollen from all the kissing we’ve done tonight, and her skin has a pinkish tint to it. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, sawing at it with them. I can tell something else is on her mind, I just don’t know what exactly it might be. “What’s got you thinking so hard?” I ask, running my thumb across her bottom lip, pulling it from her teeth. “I should be the only one biting this lip,” I say as I lean forward and nip at it.

“I know we just had the exclusivity talk, like, ten seconds ago,” she pauses, almost pulling that lip back in, but stopping herself.

“And,” I motion for her to continue with a roll of my hand between us. She’s sitting up straight with about eight or so inches between our torsos now.

“Are you clean?” she finally blurts out.

“Clean?” I repeat before I let what she just asked fully sink in. “Yes,” I follow up. “My last physical, all tests came back with a clean bill of health, plus, I’ve always been safe and used a condom with anyone I’ve been with, why? Is something wrong?”

She shakes her head as a small smile pulls at the corner of her lips. “I just wanted you to know I’d be okay with us forgoing condoms if you were comfortable with that idea. I’ve been on birth control for years, have never gone without a condom, either, and just thought that I’d throw the idea out in the open. If you aren’t comfortable with it, that’s fine, I just—” I cut her off, slamming my lips down on hers. I’ve never once, in my thirty-five years, had sex without a condom on, so the thought has my cock hardening between us.

“You sure?” I ask her once we break apart.

“I wouldn’t have said all of that word vomit if I wasn’t,” she says, laughing.

I let my fingers trail down her exposed chest, loving how it always puckers under my touch. I slip my hand between us, feeling how ready she is for me. Without me even saying anything, she lifts up a few inches and grabs my hard cock. The tip slips through her wet folds and I don’t know how I’m going to last more than a few pumps if being inside her bare feels anywhere near as good as that just did.

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