Page 10 of Run Game
She sits up on her elbows, taking me in as I wordlessly reach down, swiping the bead of pre-cum from my leaking cock and smearing it across her hard nipples before returning to devour her pussy.
“It feels so good,” she whines as she flops back down onto the pillow.
She gasps when I push a thick finger inside her pussy, groaning as she tightens around me. God, I fucking love her like this. No witty comebacks. No cold demeanor. Just Dia, letting me give her what she needs.
I know she’s close when her legs begin to shake. My dick is painfully hard as I hump the mattress like a fucking teenager, not getting nearly enough friction. But I’m not worried about that. I only want to blow her mind, over and over. “Be a good little wife and come on my tongue,” I tell her as I suck her swollen clit into my mouth. That sends her over the edge, her orgasm making her slam her legs over my ears as her body convulses wildly.
I continue gently licking the rim of her cunt, just barely using pressure as she comes back down. I could eat this girl all night, but I’m desperate to feel her wrapped around me. Making my way slowly up her sated body, I rub my cock against her slit, tempted more than I’ve ever been to thrust inside. I always wrap up and get tested regularly, so I know I’m clean, but I want to earn Dia’s trust. If and when I finally get to slide inside her without anything between us, I want it to be on her terms.
I reach over for my pants, grabbing a condom from my wallet before rolling it down my weeping cock. Even that feels amazing. I hope I don’t nut before I make her comeagain. I settle back on top of her, trying to look for any inkling that she’s not into this, but it seems like she’s purposely avoiding eye contact with me. Grabbing her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I turn her head, so we’re face to face. At first, she tries to pull away, but I tighten my grip slightly and hold her there. “If you’re so hell-bent on only giving me this one night, I want to watch your expression as I sink into you. I want to see what I do to you.” I tell her.
I can see in her eyes that she wants to say something smart, but she stops herself, nodding her head in silent consent before I slowly push into her. Her mouth drops open as I take my time feeding my long cock into her tight, wet heat. Black dances around the edges of my vision as I bottom out, refusing to blink because she’s so goddamn beautiful right now.
“Holy shit,” she whispers. “I can barely breathe. You’re everywhere.” I’m still unmoving, trying to gather my bearings before I embarrass myself. I lean down and kiss her as I slowly test my own self-control, pulling back and pushing my hips forward again. When I’m sure I can handle it, I begin thrusting into her harder. Her tits bounce with every movement, making my mouth water at the sight. I look down to see her wedding dress bunched around her waist and I swear to God I get harder just thinking about the fact that this perfect girl is my wife. I can’t help myself as I bring my hand up, resting it loosely on her throat so I can see what my ring looks like against her skin.
Fuck. Me.
I continue moving inside her, picking up my pace when I feel her pussy start to tighten around me. “Yougoing to come again already, baby?” I coo. “I can’t wait to feel it.”
“Yes! Dalton, fuck!” she screams, and I know she’s there. I give her everything I have left in me as she squeezes me like a vice, soaking my cock with her orgasm.
Already hanging by a thread, I’m done for when she wraps her small hand around my wrist that’s still resting on her throat. As soon as the light from outside hits the large diamond of her engagement ring and catches my eye, I go off like a rocket, filling the condom inside her with a loud growl.
I stay enveloped in her, even though there’s a large chance that the condom is leaking with the intensity of that fucking orgasm. But I’m not ready to leave her warmth yet. I take a moment to rest my head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent one last time before grabbing the base of the condom and pulling out.
“Nooooooo,” Dia whines, making me laugh.
“Hold on, babe,” I tell her. “Let me throw this away then I’ll be back.” I give her a quick peck on the lips before running to the bathroom and tossing the condom in the trash. When I return to the room, I find Dia struggling to find the zipper of her dress. She’s flopping on the bed like a fish, separating the fluffy material to no avail. I watch, leaning on the doorframe with my arms crossed over my chest for several seconds before she notices me.
“Ugh,” she scoffs. “Stop doing that.”
“Doing what?” I say, the corner of my mouth lifting slightly.
“That…thing,” She gets up on her knees and waves her hand wildly in the air. “Where you know you’re sooooo hot, so you lean on the doorway without clothes on and you smirk with your stupid sexy face.”
I give her a cocky grin. “You think my face is sexy?”
“Don’t read into it,” she says. “I’m dick drunk. And I also called your face ‘stupid’. You just hear what you want to because, husband or not, you’re still a fuckboy.”
I launch myself from the doorway, tackling her into the mattress, earning myself a full-on laugh. “Say it again.” I smile.
“What?” she says, goading me. “That you’re a fuckboy?”
“No,” I reply, tickling her sides, making her laugh even harder. “The other thing.” I dig my fingers deeper as she tries to get away from my attack, but it’s no use. I’m way stronger than her.
“Ok!” she finally relents. I still my hands, letting her find her breath. “You’re my husband.”
And, fuck, I want to hear her say it again every day for the rest of our lives.
SIX
DIA
I wake slowly,feeling Dalton’s soft lips moving across my skin. I know I said I’d go back to being cold toward him this morning, but maybe it won’t hurt to play husband and wife a little longer. We’re about to be annulled within the next couple of hours, so that’s when I can go back to pushing him away. It’s the only option I have if I want to protect myself from him breaking my heart. I know that sounds cynical, but I’m just keeping it real. I am a million times better on my own than I would be if I allowed myself to depend on someone else, just to have them leave in the end. I’ve started over too many times because of that shit.
“Mmmm,” he hums as he kisses his way down my back. I expect him to stop and move back up the bed, but instead, he continues moving down, gently pressing his lips to the sensitive spots on my ass cheeks from his spankings. A dull throb blooms between my legs as his hand skate up my thighs. “Are you sore?” he asks.
“A little,” I reply. “But I kind of like it.”
