Page 114 of The Game

“Not if you keep doing that,” she chokes out.

It’s like a house that’s burning down, timbers falling down like dominos, both of us powerless to stop the impending inferno.

“I want to be on top,” she says, so I roll onto my back and she sits up, pushing a cascade of dark hair out of her face. When the strands brush across her breasts, I can hardly restrain my groan. This is like the hottest fantasy. It’salwaysthe hottest fantasy.

Anna shoves down the waistband of her tracksuit, and I help her peel it off. A pair of sports boy shorts match the bra she was wearing earlier. Somehow, it’s the sexiest thing on the planet that she never wears anything else and that only I get to see the woman underneath. But she pushes the shorts off, too, and I wiggle my jeans down my thighs as she scoots backward to wrestle them down my legs. But I leave my boxers on—perhaps a barrier will give me the illusion of control.

As if she can read my thoughts, she says, “Control is overrated.”

“But very necessary, I find.” My lips quirk as I take in her flushed face, sliding my hand between her legs and then up to rest my palm on her flat stomach.

It’s my favorite thing to see the pink build on her chest as she gets close, so I feather my thumb over the smooth skin between her legs. She shakes her head and snaps at the elastic of my boxers, so I lift my ass up and she pulls them down and off.

Anna’s so controlled and patient in everything she does, it’s fucking wild how she loses the plot when we’re together. Running her hands up my pecs, she grinds down on me, trapping my fingers as she falls forward and nips my lip.

Her hand steals between us to stroke my erection. Then before I can clock what she’s doing, in one fast movement she lifts up on her knees, holds me up, and sinks down.The wet. The heat.My eyes stutter closed as my hips come off the bed. We stopped using condoms a while ago, and I swear I will never get used to how sensitive this feels. My cock twitches.Holy shit. I’m going to shoot like a teenager. I clamp my hand on her hip to keep her stationary and her lips curl against mine, the minx.

“Behave,” I mumble.

“When have I ever behaved?”

And that’s true, and Lord, I also love how she pushes.

Her tongue steals out to touch my mouth, and I open up to tangle my tongue with hers.

“I can’t stop touching and feeling and …” Her short nails dig into my chest as she tries to shift her hips.

“Stop. Let me get some control here.”

“I don’t want control,” she says. “I want power and …”

Cutting her off with my lips on hers, I roll her again, pulling out and thrusting back in, using anything to help me last, even the board design for a little electronic car that I was looking at before I fell asleep.Fuck.The grip and the wet slide. I’d give this woman anything she wanted, and she deserves it all. My time, my commitment, my generosity. Fast sex if she wants it.

I grind all over her, and she arches and gasps. “Oh … oh … oh …”

Her hands come up as if to scrabble at me, so I pin her with my arm across her collarbone, and she lifts her hips as I push down into her. She’s strong, Anna. So often the sex we have is like fighting, and fuck, I do not need to be thinking about how hot that is.

As I pull out and press back in, rubbing all over her, she explodes around me like she was on a hair trigger, her muscles clamping down on my cock. My eyes roll into the back of my head, grinding my teeth as I thrust through it. Flutters of pleasure race down my length and coalesce in my balls, making them tighten painfully.Don’t come, don’t come.

I prop myself on my hands, looking down at where I’m moving, and Anna uses the opportunity, now I’ve freed her arms, to run her nails down my back, stroking over my ass. Goddammit, she’s worked out that that’s one of my favorite things.

The tingling moves up my legs and my pelvis cramps sharply. “Oh shit …” I shake my head. “No … no … no … I want one more, Anna.”

She bites her lip as air whooshes out of her, my hand between us playing with her clit as she tries to bat my hand away, sensitive, but I know her tells now. She can give me another one.

I laugh. “You’re a champion now—you can do anything.”

“Goddammit, man. That is the first and last time you’re using that line.” Her breath halts as I swipe my thumb over her nub. “No, no, no. Fuck, Adam.” She bucks her hips. “Stop!”

Her second orgasm is often better than her first.Come on, sweetheart, where is it?I want to make this fantastic for her, so I keep softly pressing and rolling and she lifts her head and sinks her teeth into my neck.

“You want me to bite you back? Show you how good it feels?” I whisper, and she groans, head thunking back onto the pillow. I can see the moment where it starts to feel good, where she’s reaching for it.

I rub my nose against hers. “There you go, sweetheart. There. You. Go.”

The way she’s tightening around my length is causing serious pain. I’ve been inside her wet heat for too long. A sharp ache has taken over my pelvis and is now traveling down my legs, and every time I move in and out it only gets worse. I let out a groan as her eyes fix on my face.

“Yes, Adam. Yes,” she says.

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