Page 139 of Vicious Games

“I’m ready,” she gasps, chest rising and falling fast. “Please, Lucky. I want you.”

It takes everything in me to pull away, just long enough to grab a condom from my jeans on the floor. I rip the foil open with my teeth, rolling it on with shaking hands, then settle back between her thighs.

“This might hurt,” I whisper, cupping her cheek while searching her eyes for any doubt that she might still have.

“I trust you,” she says, her voice steady, soft yet sure.

I kiss her again, then slowly, so fucking slowly, I press into her, inch by inch, until I’m buried to the hilt, surrounded by the heat of her. She gasps and tightens around me, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I still, giving her time, my forehead pressed against hers, trying not to come with the way her pussy strangles me inside her.

“You okay?” I breathe, my heart pounding so fast that I’m almost positive I might die if I don’t move already.

She nods, lips parted, eyes wet with something tender and overwhelming. “Don’t stop.”

Like I could ever stop now?

Like I haven’t fantasized about this moment since she walked into my life.

So I move. Gently at first, just enough to let her adjust to my size, while I memorize the way she feels around me. I relish in her heat, the tightness, the way her breath hitches every time I thrust into her a little deeper.

Our bodies find a rhythm, a language of their own, a dance that only they know how to speak.

Unlike my Frankie, this isn’t my first rodeo.

I’ve fucked before. Fucked myself into a blind haze before.

However, this doesn’t feel like fucking.

This is better.

This is our souls talking to each other, making promises with our hearts and bodies, one thrust and kiss at a time. Everything we haven’t said yet, everything we’re afraid of losing, is now all out in the open. And as the city lights flicker through the fogged windows, I make love to her like it’s the first and last time I’ll have the privilege to. Like she’s the only thing I’ve ever needed to be complete.

Because she is.

My heart is full of her.

Each thrust sinks me deeper into her, and with every stroke, I feel something start to unravel. Not just in her, but in me too. We’re not just making love, we’re making promises. Vows to one another. I’m promising her my forevers. I’m promising her my very life if she wants it. I’m giving her all of myself, trusting that she will keep me safe in her heart.

Forget what I said about love being a cockblocker. Fucking the girl you’re in love with is the best sex of my entire life.

“Lucky,” she whimpers, clutching at my back, her breath hot against my cheek, her moans growing louder with each roll of my hips.

“I’m here, baby. I’m right here. I love you so much. So goddamn much. Frankie,” I promise, kissing her again, slower this time, savoring her taste as she arches into me, her legs trembling around my waist.

“Oh, my God! Lucky!” she gasps, her voice cracking as if on the verge of breaking open.

“I’ve got you, baby,” I whisper against her mouth, cupping the back of her head and holding her close as I move deeper, harder, but still with a tenderness I didn’t know I had. “I’m right here.”

Our bodies are slick now, sweat clinging to our skin in the humid car, the windows completely covered in condensation. Her nails rake down my back, and it only drives me harder into her, chasing the edge, chasing the sound of her falling apart underneath me.

She tilts her head back with a cry, her entire body tensing, and that’s when I feel her walls clench around me, and I know she’s there, right on the edge of falling over the precipice.

“That’s it, baby. Let go,” I groan, losing my rhythm as I chase after her, the coil in my spine pulling tighter and tighter.

She comes with a strangled moan, her legs shaking, opening her mouth to gasp out my name. The way she looks at me right then, raw, wrecked, and full of love, pushes me over the cliff with her.

My hips jerk, and I bury myself deep, groaning as release crashes through me, stealing the breath from my lungs. I spill into her, hips stuttering, heart pounding so loud it drowns out everything but the sound of our mingled breaths and her name echoing in my skull.

For a long moment, neither of us moves. We just lie there tangled together in the tight space, our bodies spent and trembling, our skin slick and hot. My forehead drops against hers as we both gasp for air, still connected, still pulsing with aftershocks.

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