Page 75 of The Game

“Cole. No. I need you.”

“There’s plenty of time to feel you coming on my face, pretty girl. Right now. This first time as my girlfriend I need to feel you coming around my cock. Sound good?”

“Yes, please.”

“Good, but I want to see your face while I make you come. Let’s take this to your room.”

“No, wait. Sit down.” She pushes against my chest until I collapse into the seat of the couch. It doesn’t take much effort on her part. My legs are weak and wobbly with need.

She reaches for the hem of my shirt, yanking it over my head and tossing it aside, so she can trail her fingertips over my chest. Flames light up my skin as she traces every curve, every ridge of hard muscle, and then she dips lower, flicking open the button on my jeans. The sound of my zipper rips through the sounds of our panting breaths, and I lift my hips to allow her to slide the pants and boxer briefs over my hips.

“Wait.” I plead. If she goes any further, I’ll forget everything. My mind is already half gone from just the taste of her lips. “Have you got a condom?” I fucking hope she does, because I certainly didn’t plan on my night ending like this.

“Yes. Yes, I do.” I stare at her bare ass jiggling as she darts to her bedroom. My hand slides to my cock, giving it a few lazy strokes while I wait for her, eyes locked on her doorway.

Her little tongue slips out to wet her lips when she spots my hand, and she drops to her knees. I groan. Pretty sure I can’t handle her mouth on me, but I’m willing to try.

“I want to thank you for all your help tonight.”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

“Oh, but I want to. I can’t wait for a taste of this. It’s been a long day and I’m hungry for my man.”

I shudder as her tongue flicks out to lick the bead of precum off my tip. Then the heat of her mouth closes over it, sending ashock wave of pleasure tingling through me. I bury my hands in her hair as she bobs up and down, licking and sucking me until I’m impossibly hard. My hips twitch, wanting to slam down the back of her throat. But that would push me over the edge and, like I told her, I want to be inside her pussy, staring into her beautiful eyes when I come this time. I tug at her hair, trying to pull her off.

She presses forward, her tongue making little swirls around my dick.

“Jazz, please. I need to be inside you.” I tell her, tugging again.

She finally obeys, sitting up on her heels and swiping a hand across her mouth.

I’m about to stand up when she places one thigh on the couch beside mine, swinging up to straddle me. She’s hovering over me, so close I could slip inside her with a single thrust of my hips, but her hand presses down on my chest.

Orange lace still covers her tits, and I want to see them, to touch them, so I reach around behind her, flicking open the clasp. The satiny straps are the next to go, slipping off her shoulders. I pull the cups down over her luscious breasts, leaning forward to close my mouth around one.

She gasps, jerking her hips forward until I’m poised at her entrance, when I flick my tongue over the stiff peak, and her hand moves from my chest to my shoulder. She braces herself on me, breathing hard, eyes glazed.

Her fingers are clumsy on the wrapper, while we both stare at each other. Desperation high. I can’t take it anymore,grabbing the foil, ripping it open with my teeth, and sliding it down over my aching length.

I grip her hips, yanking her onto my cock. She’s like heaven. So wet it eases my passage as she stretches around me. Nothing has ever felt better. Slick, tight, with little pulses fluttering around me as I sink balls deep into her channel.

I squeeze tight, and she gasps, but it’s not pain, it’s need that has her clenching as she rides me hard and fast. I let her nipple slide from between my lips, shifting my mouth to suck hard on the delicate flesh.

She dances under me in a rapid rhythm that sends me spinning faster than I’d like. I need to feel her coming around me. I need us to share this moment. This first time as real boyfriend and girlfriend. I crave that connection more than anything.

My thumb finds her swollen clit, and it slides easily over the needy bud. She’s dripping for me. The rhythm of her hips falters under my touch, and my tongue slides up the salty trail between her breasts.

Pressure builds in my lower back, rising to a crescendo. Not yet. Not yet.

I close my teeth on her left nipple at the same time I press down with my thumb, and she ignites. “Eyes on me when you’re coming.” I command her.

Her lashes drag up until I’m staring into those liquid pools of chocolate. Their rich depths are hazy with need and pleasure.

“Cole,” she screams, and the sound of my name on her lips is enough to send me hurtling over the edge as she sucks me in deeper, coming apart around me.

I swell and release inside her, head falling back as the wave crests crashing over us both.

My hips rock in gentle thrusts as I ride out the pleasure.

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