Page 53 of Run Game
“I’m not going anywhere, baby. Ever,” I say, wrapping her tightly in my arms as she sobs. I breathe a sigh of relief at the feel of her, back where she belongs. I’m never letting her go again.
She pulls back, looking up at me. “I love you. More than I ever thought I was capable of.”
“I love you so much, Diamond Davis. And I’ll spend the rest of my life reminding you so you never forget how perfect you are.”
I cup her face in my hand, lowering my lips to hers. The kiss starts tentatively, like we’ve been away from each other for years instead of days. I explore her mouth, dragging my tongue along her plump lower lip as she opens, inviting me to lick inside. I can’t hold myself back any longer, feeling like I’ll die if I don’t kiss and touch her in a way that tells her exactly how I’ve felt since she ran away from me.
“Baby,” I whisper against her lips. “I love you so fucking much, but I need to show you what it was like. I need you to understand. Can I?” I’m practically begging her, but the urge to do this is overwhelming. She nods her head, and this is normally where I’d ask for her to say itout loud, but I don’t want any more words. We can say everything with our actions.
I lay her back on the couch, covering her body with mine as I place unhurried kisses all over her jaw and neck. My hands, that can’t seem to decide on one single part of her body, slide up her shirt, stopping to squeeze her hips before skating over her stomach and up to her tits. My lips move back to her mouth and the pressure on every part of her increases. I’m kissing her harder, grinding into her harder, and when I pull the cup of her bra down, exposing one hard peak, I give it a firm pinch that elicits a groan from deep in her throat.
“I missed this fucking body so much,” I whisper as I pull her shirt over her head and throw it over the back of the couch. I don’t even bother taking the time to unclasp her black lace bra. Instead, I grab firmly between the cups and pull until it tears away from her. She gasps in surprise, staring at me with wide eyes, but I don’t give her a chance to speak before sucking one perfect, pink nipple into my mouth. Her satisfied moans fill the room as I move back and forth between them, laving her tits with slow strokes of my tongue. Her hips push up into me, telling me she needs more, but she’s not getting it yet. I pin her down with my body, just barely grinding my cock, that’s probably leaking through my jeans at this point, against her core.
“Is your little pussy aching, baby?” I coo. “Do you want me?”
She squeezes her eyes shut, clearly being overtaken by need. “Y-yes,” she stutters. “Dalton, please.”
Her begging spurs me on as I sit up, pulling her pants and thong down in one fluid motion. She spreads her legs as far as the couch will allow and I just about abandon myplan all together. Her pussy glistens with her arousal, and I start to feel lightheaded with the need to bury my nose between her legs and inhale her scent.
I reach back, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it onto the floor. I feel like a god when her breathing becomes more rapid at the sight of my bare chest and abs. She reaches out to touch me, but I grab her wrists, pinning them both to the armrest above her head. “No,” I tell her. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, but she keeps her arms in place like a good girl while I stand to pull off my pants, boxer briefs, and socks at an agonizingly slow pace.
Instead of laying back over her, I move her legs, sitting on the other end of the couch. “Straddle me,” I tell her. She scrambles up, thinking I’m finally giving her what she wants, but she’s so far from any semblance of pleasure, it’s not even funny. She throws one smooth leg over my thighs and settles her knees on each side of my hips. When she lowers, pressing her dripping heat against my hard shaft, I almost cave and slide in right there. It would be so easy, but she needs to feel this.Weneed to feel this.
I let her grind down on me for a bit, her juices coating my cock as she does. I can feel the muscles tightening in her body as pleasure starts to gather in her core, but every time she tries to pick up speed, I grip onto her hips. I’m only allowing her to move enough so that her orgasm feels like it’s building miles away, far from her reach.
“I need you,” she breathes. “I—I can’t…please fuck me.” She’s already barely making sense, doing whatever she can to get me to give in.
I lift her up, grabbing the base of my cock and slowly lowering her down. She sighs in relief as I fill her, her cuntstretching around me. She’s so tight, I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve been inside her.
“Fuck,” I choke out. “You’re strangling me.” My vision starts to blur, but when she lifts her hips to ride me, I hold her down so she can’t move.
“Dalton, please,” she whines. “I need to move.”
I continue holding her still as her body tries to thrash against me. She’s shaking her head rapidly, trying to tell me she can’t handle it anymore. But she knows her safe word. She’ll use it if she needs to. Until then, we’re going to experience this together.
I bring my hand up, pushing my thumb into her mouth. “Suck,” I order. She takes it between her plump lips, swirling her tongue around the tip before I pull it out with apop. Without a word, I reach down and rub barely there circles around her clit. I’m applying almost no pressure, but I can feel how hard and swollen it is against the pad of my thumb. She cries out in frustration when I pull away for a moment, waiting for any buildup from her orgasm to subside. I still have one hand gripping her hips, preventing her from moving as I bring the other one back down and rub her again.
I build her up slowly, adding more pressure against her aching bundle of nerves. She’s growing wetter by the second as I feel her inner walls start to clench around me. Pulling my thumb away again, I shove my hips up into her, feeling my head press against her G-spot, but still holding her tightly to me so she can’t get the friction her body is begging for.
“W-what are you doing?” she asks, barely able to get the words out. There’s anguish in her voice, and as much as I want to give her everything she wants, the sound of her pain right now spurs me on.
“Does it hurt?” I ask, trying my best to keep my voice even. I’m about two seconds away from fucking her into oblivion, and it’s taking all of my self-control to keep her still on top of me. “Are you desperate right now?”
“Y-yes,” she whimpers, her head lolling to the side as her body shakes in agony. She tries again to move her hips, but I dig my fingers in harder. There’s no way I’m not leaving marks right now, but we need this in order to heal.
I run the pad of my thumb along the spot where we’re joined, gathering her arousal, and returning to massage her clit that is swelling more and more every time I edge her. Her nails dig into my skin as I allow her to get even closer this time before pulling away once more, ruining the orgasm that she was almost able to grasp. Her head drops forward as small, involuntary tremors ripple through her body.
“Look at me, Dia,” I order. She obeys, slowly bringing her hooded brown eyes to mine. She looks dejected and exhausted from trying to fight me. “Every time you leave,thisis how it feels. When you shut me out instead of talking to me, it tortures us both. It kills usboth.No more,” I say, grabbing the back of her neck and pressing our foreheads together. “Tell me you won’t run again.”
Tears fall from her eyes as her body slumps forward onto my chest. “I promise. I won’t run again.”
The words are music to my ears as I pull out, flipping us over so I’m on top of her. One of her feet is on the floor, while I pull the other one over my shoulder and push back into her. The last string of my self-control snaps and I thrust wildly into her, fucking her like I need it to live. Because I do. I need every part of Dia Davis to be mine. Her hands shoot out to my abs, her nails digging half-moon shaped marks into my skin. I hopeshe does it hard enough to draw blood and scar me forever.
“I love you so much,” I growl, fucking into her like a wild animal. I’m going so fast and hard, that the couch begins to move along the floor with every punch of my hips.
“I love you, too,” she says on a gasp as I feel her walls start to close in tightly around me.
I pick up my pace, needing to feel her come more than I need my next breath. “That’s it, baby. Choke my cock. Come for me,” I tell her. It only takes one more thrust before she’s soaking the cushion under us. She cries out, but I don’t let up until I’m sure she’s completely spent. It isn’t until I know she’s given me everything that I let myself go, emptying into her with a groan.
