Page 159 of Wanna Play A Game?
“Don’t take it away, I’m starving.”
“Miles.” I grab a handful of his soft hair. “I’m sweaty.”
He groans against my core, sending delicious tingles through me.
“Please, Cali.”
Fuck. I throw my head back and angle my hips slightly into him.
Miles unleashes on me, fucking me fervently, eagerly, like he really is starving. His deep moan makes me gasp, the tingles against my clit already tightening my core in pleasure. His tattooed fingers dig into my hips, dragging me as close as he can to him. He grabs my clit in his mouth, shaking his head from side to side, shaking a glorious feeling into me.
I moan. Miles sneaks a hand up, sliding two fingers into me. They rub against my G spot, making my whole lower body tighten. As it does, he glances up into my eyes. He continues to work me, getting me on the edge of an orgasm faster than I’ve ever experienced.
Miles winks, and I come undone. Euphoria races through my body, and I lock up in pleasure. Wave after wave hits me, his fingers and tongue carrying me along. When I start to come down, I pant for breath.
He’s still watching me.
A thought crosses my mind, and before I can think too hard, I smirk. “Good boy.”
Miles’ eyes flash, and in an instant, his hand is out of me and he’s up in the truck bed, pushing me down. He grips my throat, a fiery look in his eyes. “What was that, pretty girl?”
I flash my teeth at him. “Good. Boy.”
Miles is ripping his shorts off and on me before I can scramble back. His dick sinks into me, and he moans. My back arches against the rough grooves of the truck. Fuck, it feels so good to be filled right now.
Miles gives me no time to adjust. He pounds into me, a feral look in his eyes.
“You want to be a brat?” He squeezes my neck harder, then drops his head to behind my ear and pulls in a greedy breath. “Goddamn, you smell good.”
He licks up my neck, causing tickling tingles to explode along my skin.
“Fuck, Cali.” He drops his head to my shoulder, then moves it along to my armpit.
I struggle to get away. He holds me down effortlessly, lazily pumping in and out of me.
“God, you smell good enough to eat.”
“Miles!” I squirm, and my cheeks heat.
“Don’t you dare try to hide from me.” He thrusts in heavily. “You don’t get to be embarrassed about the things I love.”
He reaches a hand down to play with my clit while he licks up the side of my neck. His tongue, fingers, and dick send me close to the edge again, and I tense.
Miles pounds into me, chasing his own high. His rhythm change sets my orgasm back a step. He instantly changes back, slowing and deepening his thrusts. He nips at my skin, breathing me in again. “Christ, you taste heavenly. I can’t get enough, Cali.”
His low voice saying my name makes goosebumps break out on my skin. He plays with my body until I’m right on the edge again.
“Such a good girl. Give me another, Cali.”
I do. This orgasm is stronger than the last, ripping through me. I cry out, gripping onto him and digging my nails into his back. He grunts, keeping the same pace and dragging my pleasure out.
When I loosen my hold, he starts pumping into me, chasing his own high. “Jesus, Cali. You feel so fucking good.”
I moan, and he thrusts harder, slapping into me. Then, with a shout, he pushes in and stills, coming inside me.
He collapses on me, wrapping me up and flipping us over so I’m laying on him.
We both catch our breath for a bit. I feel relaxed and sated. For a moment, peace fills me.
