Page 53 of The Game

She turns away. “I mean...”

“I know what you meant, gorgeous.” Her mouth falls open as I waggle the box at her. “And I got an entire box. I may never let you leave this room again.”

She glances back at me. “Are you going to tie me to the bed and hold me captive?”

That’s an interesting thought. Not something I ever would have tried with... Don’t think about her. Fastest way to slay a boner. “Did you want me to?”

Her giggle has an uncertain edge to it. “Maybe.”

Interesting.“Maybe not tonight. Tonight, I need to feel every inch of you, wrapped around every inch of me.”

“That’s a lot of inches.”

“Why thank you.”

“Enough talk. Get over here.” She’s all talk. Brave, bold words while she still sits there clutching her legs.

Dark eyes intensify as they trace a trail down my body when I drop the shorts. The box of condoms bounces beside her, and I jump up to kneel in front of her.

Her skin is silky under my hands as I untangle her fingers, kissing each palm before placing it down on the bed beside her. I part her legs, pushing her knees apart to reveal the prize. Drinking in the sight, I slide a finger in her mouth, letting her get a taste of her essence still lingering. When I trace it down between her breasts, over her soft tummy and through the lightthatch of dark hair between her thighs, she shivers. And when I reach her lower lips, I part them, pressing her thighs further apart to get a good look at her as I sink my finger into her depths. I groan when I find her still dripping with her release. Still ready for me.

“Perfect.”

“Cole.” She cries out.

I grab at the box, fumbling with my left hand, reluctant to leave her empty, and she snatches it out of my hand.

“I got this, don’t stop.” Who am I to argue with this gorgeous fucking creature?

Adding a second finger, I scissor them inside her, stretching her out to get her ready for the width of my dick.

The sound of paper tearing accompanied by her soft moans spurs me on even faster until I can feel a distinct tingling at the base of my back.

I still my fingers, taking a minute to compose myself.

She shoves a shiny foil packet in my face, and I snatch it, pulling away from her.

My fingers slip and I feel like an inexperienced teenager again, fumbling with the packet as I tear it open and slide it over my length with trembling hands.

Sliding forward, I lick first one, then the other nipple, pressing my tip to her entrance. She squirms under my touch.

“You ready?”

“I’ve never been more ready in my life.”

Plunging forward with one hard thrust, I’m finally there, deep inside her hot channel. She feels like silk and sunshineand everything that’s good in this world, and everything clicks. I think I’ve shared more with her than I have with anyone else in my life. There’s been an intimacy between us as if we were old friends from our very first conversation, so everything about this closeness feels right. As if this was our inevitable destination.

Shivers skate down my back when her fingers clutch at me in a desperate hold to bring me closer, but I’m not going to last long with her touching me. I grab her wrists, never ceasing the plunging rhythm that has the headboard slamming into the wall. Twisting my fingers with hers, I slam her hands back, holding her down as I fuck her relentlessly.

She gasps, lifting her hips off the bed to meet me. Sweat slick bodies slide against each other as we keep up the dance. Push and pull. Grasping, seeking that place of perfection.

My entire body is tingling, dick pulsing, and balls drawn tight up to my body, but I want to make her come one more time before I let go.

Her head tilts back, chest arching up toward me as my thumb circles her clit. I can’t resist the temptation of those swollen nipples, bending to capture one in my mouth as her thighs tremble beside my thrusting hips.

“I need you to come.” I’m begging now and I don’t care. I need this so bad. The release. The closeness. The beauty of spilling inside her. Connecting us for real.

She gasps. “I can’t. It’s too much. Too sensitive.”

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