Page 65 of Playing Games

I shake my head, his words slipping into my ears and rolling around inside my mind. The way he’s looking at me, combined with what he’s saying, makes me feel powerful and confident and sexy in ways I’ve only ever felt with him.

He moves his big hand from my face to my neck until he starts to trail a path between us with his fingers, moving them from my lips to my chin and between my breasts. I shiver under his touch.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you,” he whispers, his lips mere inches from mine. “Every time I get to touch you feels like the first fucking time, but better.” He presses a slow and deep and delicious kiss to my mouth. Our tongues dance and another moan escapes my lungs, and my breasts brush his chest with each erratic breath I take.

All I can think is how badly I want to feel him inside me.

I’ve had sex before, but I’veneverfelt this insane with need for the sex to start. I’m overwhelmed and yet, at the same time, completelyunderstimulated. I need to feel him everywhere, on every surface of my skin and in every facet of my senses.

“Please, Blake,” I beg against his persistent lips.

Those lips of his curve up into a smile against my mouth. “Tell me what you need, Lex. Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

I grip his chin with my fingers, forcing his gaze to mine. “I need you inside me. Now.”

Without breaking eye contact, he presses the tip of his cock inside my entrance. And with the most deliciously slow pace he can manage, he starts to fill me up. A little more and a little more and a little more until I’m so full of Blake, I don’t know where he starts and where I end.

He’s big, stretching me to limits I’ve never experienced, but it’s right—the perfect kind of intense pressure and pleasure. I’ve never been with a man as big as Blake. He’s well above thestatistical average of 5.13 inches erect. Well,wellabove it. I kind of wish I had access to a measuring tape just to get an accurate number.

After all, I do love numbers, don’t I?

Blake starts to move himself in and out of me, stroking his cock against my vaginal walls, which massages a spot deep inside me that urges goose bumps to form on my skin.

Blake Boden is the only man whose ever been able to find my Gräfenberg spot—aka the infamous G-spot.I’ve studied that specific area of the female anatomy before, the one that’s located inside the vagina and can be highly sensitive and capable of enhancing sexual arousal and orgasm when stimulated. But from everything I’d researched, it’s not an easy thing for most men to find or understand how to incite.

Clearly, Blake isn’t most men.

The more he thrusts, the more he massages the very spot inside me that only he can find, and the pleasurable tension starts to stretch tight within me like a rubber band.

“It was like I was made to fit inside you.” His words melt into my skin as he whispers against my neck. “You are the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”

I can’t offer a counterargument to his words because I don’t disagree with a single thing he says. Sex has never felt like this for me. Not once in my life.

And the more he moves himself inside me, the more intense and overwhelming it all feels. The building pleasure is so intense thatI have to shut my eyes because it’s the only way I feel like I can stop myself from exploding into a thousand pieces.

Which is crazy, I know. A true impossibility. But it’s exactly how I feel. Like, eventually, the pleasure will be too much for my body.

But at the same time, I want more of it. So much, I can hardly remember to breathe.

“More,” I pant. “Just like that. God, just like that, Blake. Don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop until you come on my cock,” he whispers, his lips brushing mine. He kisses me, locking our mouths in a way that feels synchronized with his cock.

My skin tingles, and a warmth spreads through my entire body. I reach out to grip his shoulders to steady myself, but when it doesn’t feel like enough, I dig my nails into his skin and a deep moan jumps from his lungs, his persistent mouth still kissing mine.

My body feels tight, like a bow ready to release an arrow, and Blake leans back to lock his eyes with mine.

“Come for me, Lexi,” he demands. “I need to know what you feel like when you come while your pussy is wrapped around my cock.”

I don’t know what it is about his words, but they flip the switch. They unleash whatever it is that’s been building since the moment he slid inside me.

In an instant, the most intense waves of euphoria wash over me, and sounds I don’t even recognize escape my throat as Blakestrokes my climax out of me. I can feel myself rhythmically pulsating around his hard length, and his eyes grow hooded and heated as he watches me completely come apart.

The entire time, he keeps thrusting himself inside me, deep and swift moves of his cock, and he doesn’t stop until I feel his body tense up beneath my fingertips and hear the raspy growl of his orgasm leave his throat.

I don’t know how long it takes me to come back down from my orgasm, but I know when I do, I’ve never felt more relaxed, more sated, in my entire life.

I’ve had orgasms before, but I’ve never had one like this. Never felt anything that was so all-consuming, both mentally and physically.

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