Page 39 of The Game
“Your cock.” I pull her hair a little more and she arches her ass up even higher. Our size difference means it’s a little harder for me to take her this way. But nothing's gonna stop me from making it work.
I line my cock up and thrust deep into her wet heat. She gasps. As I groan at the pleasure. I didn’t realize how much the condom took away from feeling this bliss until now. She’s so slick and warm. I’m gonna come so fast like this. But as long as she does too, I don’t care.
“How does my cock feel inside youbare.” I thrust into her again. My balls tingling. I’m fucking close already.
“So, good, now shut up and fuck meharder.”
I pull her hair a little tighter. She moans as she tries to rock back onto my cock. But I’m not having it. I need to go at my pace. I slam again and again into her tight, wet pussy. Tyring to think about anything to stop myself from coming.
I pull out of her to give me a chance to cool down and I spin her around to face me. Her arms wrap around my neck and she presses her wet, slick body against me, her tits rubbing against my chest, and I kiss her.
She surprises me by slapping my ass. I pull back and look down at her. She has a wicked grin on her face. “Little minx.” I growl at her, but she knows it. And that just spurs me on more.
I grab the back of her thighs and lift her up above my cock, and she slowly sinks down onto it. We both groan at the feeling. I love this. I love her so much. She gets me and I get her.
I grab the back of her neck in my hand and she throws her head back, almost hitting the tiles. I thrust hard and her legs tremble.
“Yes, fuck Hunter.” She screams.
I thrust deeper and harder, chasing my orgasm while she chases hers. Our wet body’s working with us and against us at the same time. Her nails dig into my shoulder to keep herself buried deep on my cock. I lick the water droplets from her throat up to her ear and nip on her earlobe.
“I’m so close, babe.” I whisper, so fucking close, my balls tingle with release. She moans as I can feel her pussy clench around me tight. Oh fuck.
“Come for me, babe.”
Her orgasm hits just as fast and as intense as mine. My thrusts erratic as I spill deep inside her. Holding her close to me as a deep, throaty growl tears through my lips.
“Fuck,” I kiss her. She smiles lazily at me, her fingers tracing my lips as she kisses me.
“Fuck is right.” She pants. “Hunter. That was mind blowing.” She shakes her head and water droplets go everywhere.
Hell yeah, it was. I think I forgot my name and my problems with that orgasm.
“Let me wash you up, babe.”
SEVENTEEN
MILA
It's been a surreal few days. I keep waiting to wake up from this dream, that I went to the house of Alessandro Amato. Met his son and made a deal with him, only for him to take care of our problem, just like that.
Only it’s not a dream because he just texted me and I have no idea what to reply or do.
Mobster son: Mila. Need to talk to you and the boyfriends. When can we meet?
I swallow as I read it for a third time, then put my phone down and pace my room. What does he want? Is he trying to tell me that Carlos and Johnny are on the loose and gonna come after me? Or that they are dead? Or…
“Mila, can you come to the living room?” dad calls out from the hallway. I freeze, staring down at my phone.
“Mila?” he calls again. I turn to my closed door.Fuck.
“Coming, dad.” I call out. I grab my phone and open my bedroom door. Asher’s standing at his doorway. He gives me a small smile. I point at him.
“We need to talk.” His smile grows, and I realize he might think it’s about something else… something I’m still avoiding. “It’s about Alessandro Amato.”
“Why?” he whispers. I show him the message on my phone and he lets out a deep breath.
“Fuck,” he rubs the back of his head. “I will call hunter. You go deal with what James wants.”
