Page 103 of The Games We Play
I’ve craved this. Craved him.
I’ve been desperate to feel the desire that he pulled from me, that I know now has always been his to control. I need him to take me, claim me like I’m his, because I always have been.
Reaching down between us, he pushes his boxers down and his cock springs free. It bounces between us, hard and erect. Wrapping his fingers around the base, he gives it a languid, long tug. His jaw slacks as precum drips from the tip, landing on the lace fabric of my already soaked panties.
Using his fingertip to swipe up his arousal, he presses it to my mouth, pulling down on my bottom lip as he caresses his finger over my tongue.
“Suck.” His voice is demanding for only a moment until he loses his breath when I wrap my lips around his finger, lapping up the precum laced tip.
Hissing, he pulls back, using the same finger to pull my panties to the side as he swipes his thumb up my center, using it to coat himself.
“See how easily I lose control with you?” Stroking his cock with my arousal, another bead of precum falls. This time, the sticky liquid holds his crown as the other end lands between the crevice of my lips, connecting us. Like it was always meant to be.
Seamus leans forward, tapping his swollen tip at my clit, and I gasp at the sensation.
My pussy is already soaked and dripping. The wet slap of his cock echoes between us, mixing with the untamed moans coming from both of us, making our own personal soundtrack of sex, desire, and unrelenting need.
Pulling his hips back, he lines the tip at my entrance and pushes inside me, going at one controlled, agonizingly even pace. We groan in unison as my back arches at the invasion and it’s like hot wax is poured over every inch of my body.
“Fuck, Mimi.” He pumps into me, his movements exactly what my body was begging him for.
He’s always had a hold on me, and as much as I’ve wanted to deny it, avoid it, and ignore what my heart was screaming for, it’s useless. Loving Seamus is, and will always be, inevitable.
“I’m yours,” I tell him, “I’ve always been yours.”
His chest is flush with mine when he leans into one hand to hold himself up. Cupping the other around my throat, he pulls me close as our weighted breath mingles with each other. We’re nose to nose as he forces my eyes to meet his. The pump of his hips slow to a painful pace, pulling all the way out before pushing back in just as slowly.
I can’t help but whimper, rolling my hips as I try to wrap my legs around his waist. Needing more, craving more. But he’s stronger than me, controlling every inch of his cock that pistons in and out, massaging my walls, teasing me, making me squirm and beg.
“This cock has always been yours, just like this pussy has always been mine.” His words send a full shiver down my entirebody, and I clench around him. My eyes squeeze shut, fighting the orgasm that my body so desperately needs.
“Look at me, Mimi.” His voice is soft yet demanding. But I can’t look at him. My body is on the verge of going over the edge, and my heart is ready to explode with it.
There’s too much emotion swirling between us, and I can’t trust myself. I want to tell him I’m sorry. I want to tell him I loved him…that I still love him.
“I…I…” It’s there, on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t. I’m too scared that once I open up to him, once I let go completely, I’ll lose everything just like before.
He pushes himself up, and using only the fingers he has cupping my jaw, he tilts my face up, giving me a better angle to look directly into his eyes.
“I know you don’t want to say it because you’re scared, scared something will happen or I’ll leave. But baby,” he leans closer, pressing his forehead to mine, “the only time you’ll see my back is when I’m shielding you from the pain of this world.”
His eyes claim mine as my orgasm lingers between us. He is holding it back from me with his calculated control. Making me feel a high I’ve never felt.
This encounter with Nathan has brought him to another level. Me coming into his life derailed him, sent him off kilter. That confrontation with Nathan put him right back in the driver’s seat.
“You don’t have to say it, sunshine. I feel it.” I moan, not just from his words, but his cock that swells inside me. I feel every ridge as he inches back into me. “Just like I’ve always felt you, no matter where I was—no matter what I was doing—you were the sun in my day and the stars in my night.” He places his hand on my chest, feeling the pounding of my beating heart as tears pool at the corners of my eyes. “It’s always been us,” he whispers as he thrusts into me and he’s no longer holding back.
My body writhes against him as I let go. Giving him both my tears and the orgasm that he’s ripping from me, like he needsthem both to survive. I call out his name, a few curses, and beg a little, too, I think. My body and my heart soaring together is a high I never thought I’d have.
“Fuck, Mimi.” His eyes slam shut as his guttural moan echoes around us and his cock pulses inside me—filling me, claiming me. Every inch of my body is so sensitive and I can feel everything. Our pounding hearts, the sweat on our skin, his breath on my neck as he falls on top of me.
Our energy is cohesive now.
What initially tore us apart is bringing us back together.
It makes me feel alive…so fucking alive. And I know he does, too.
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