Page 28 of A Game Of Love

She moans into the kiss, arching her back, pressing her perfect tits into my chest.

Letting her hands go, I move quickly, pulling her shirt up just enough to reveal her breasts. “Fuck,” I murmur, eyeing up the perfect, heavy mounds. And luck is on my side because she’s wearing a bra that clips in between her tits.

With one hand, I flick it open, letting her breasts fall free.

“I’m not sure if I should be impressed that you know how to undo a girl's bra so fast or jealous and pissed off.”

“Ha,” I chuckle, diving down to take one of her peaked nipples into my mouth.

Her words morph into a moan. “Shhh,” I warn around the nipple trapped between my teeth. She hisses, pressing her tit into my face. “You gotta be quiet, or they’re going to hear us.”

“I’ll try,” she replies breathlessly. “But it’s gonna be hard. So hard.”

Giving her nipple one last suck, I let it pop free from my lips and grab my pillow. “Here.”

“Are you trying to smother me?” she asks, lifting a brow. “Tired of me already?”

“Never.” I laugh, this carefree feeling pumping through me. I haven’t been this happy in so damn long. It’s addicting. She’s addicting. I really was an idiot to think I could go on with my life without her in my arms, like this, right now. “But I’m about to make you scream so damn loud, and if you don’t muffle those sweet cries of pleasure, we’re going to get caught, and all hell’s gonna break loose.”

She pauses for a moment. “Good point.” She nods. “Now, stop talking and start eating.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I growl, moving down her body. Grabbing the waistband of her leggings, I pull them down, taking her panties too.

She lifts her ass, allowing me to take her leggings off completely. Tossing them to the floor, I grab her knees and spread them apart.

“Fuck me.” A groan rattles in my chest as my eyes drink in her dripping cunt. So pretty, pink, and waiting to be cleaned up by my tongue.

“I would. But you said no,” she sasses. My eyes dart up to hers, that playfully defiant gleam shining bright in her eyes.

“You're not going to make any of this easy for me, are you?”

“Nope.” She grins smugly.

“You're going to make me work for that total submission I know we both want?”

Her eyes flash with hunger, but she nods. “Yup.”

“I do love a good challenge.” I grin. “I’m a hockey player, babe. I play to win. And you're the prize. Every fucking time.”

She opens her mouth to say something, most likely another sassy comment, but I shut her up by lowering my face between her legs and flatting my tongue against her dripping core.

“Oh fuck!” she moans, hips pressing into me.

That's it, baby, take what you need.

With another swipe of my tongue, I damn near go feral at her taste. Without moving my mouth, I grab the pillow and shove it over her face as I start to eat her like she’s my last meal.

If I was a dying man, this would be the last taste I’d want on my tongue.

Part of me wonders if this is even real, if I’m really in this moment with the girl of my dreams, feasting on her cunt like I’ve wanted to do for so long.

I had a taste of her before, but that was different. I know I enjoyed every second of it. I know I craved the taste of her sweet release for days after. But that mindset I was in, even if the sex was out of this fucking world, scared me after I had time to sit down and reflect on what happened. I felt disgusted with myself. Not for what we did but for how it happened.

Get out of your head, Toby. You can punish yourself some more later.

Right now, I want to be here, in this moment, with my girl. My fucking girl.Holy shit. She’s officially my girlfriend. My first and only everything.

My tongue works against her clit, sucking it between my lips as I slide two fingers deep inside her.

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