Page 113 of The Long Game

“You have two minutes to play with me,” I told her, unable to stop my hips from thrusting up into her grip. Her hand grasped my cock in response, giving me one slow stroke through the fabric. It wasn’t enough. “Boxers,” I growled. “Now, please.”

In one motion, my underwear was down and my dick was springing free before resting against my stomach.

“I’ve been thinking of this,” Adalyn said, her soft confession bringing me back to earth for an instant. Something inside of me yielded at her words. Her gaze met mine. “I think I’ve wanted you for a long time now, Cameron.”

The arms of the chair creaked under the tightening grip of my hands. “Stroke me, then.” I expelled all the air in my lungs through my nose. “Suck me or lick me or torture me any way you want. Do it now, before I break.”

Curiosity mixed in with need in the brown of her eyes, spurring my own desire on. And before I knew what was hitting me, her palms were around my cock, skin against skin, and she was giving me one hard stroke.

My eyes fell shut, my whole body jumping on the chair. “Harder,” I told her. Demanded. Begged. Adalyn complied, bothhands engulfing me again. Moving head to root. “Just like that,” I encouraged her. She stroked me again. “Make me beg, darling. Make me hurt for more.”

I sensed her move between my legs, coming closer, leaning further into me, and when her strokes ceased, I knew what was going to come. My eyes opened, zeroing in on that beautiful mouth of hers as it closed around my cock.

Fuck. Jesus Christ. God. I’d never prayed this hard in my life but Christ. I’d venerate her mouth. This woman. Her heart. My hips thrust upward, pushing further into her mouth. Adalyn moaned around me and I—I couldn’t be gentle, I was on my breaking point. I was going to burst. “Three sucks,” I gritted between my teeth. “That’s all you get.”

Adalyn moved her head up and down a second time, and when a moan climbed up her throat and fell against my dick something in me snapped.

“I lied,” I said, my hands moved to her head, and I gently but firmly lifted her off me. Her lips were cherry red and her cheeks blushed with the most beautiful pink to date. “Stunning, beautiful, gorgeous woman,” I murmured, making her look at me in a way she never had before. My heart raced in my chest, drumming along the pulse making my blood thrum. “You win, love. You do. You have.”

Before she could say a word, I snatched her wrists, and pulled us both up. Then, I swirled her around.

“Hands on the desk,” I told her, my voice barely a growl. She complied, and when her palms hit the wooden surface, I moved over her. “That’s a good girl,” I said against her ear. “This is going to be fast.”

“I don’t want fast,” she all but whimpered. My hands moved to her front, my fingers closing around the fabric of her blouse. “I want… I want…”

“This fucking thing has been driving me insane,” I confessed, pulling at the fists of silky material. “It has snuck into my dreams,” I whispered against the skin of the back of her neck. “That’s howmuch I’ve wanted to rip all these buttons off. How much I’ve thought of what you hide underneath.”

Those beautiful breasts. That smooth skin. That precious heart.

Her body shook under mine, and her hips pushed back, her ass pressing against my hard length. “Yes. To all of that.”

I pulled her blouse apart, making those tiny buttons burst and fly. “Fuck.Fuck.” Without losing a single second, I brought her body to mine, arching her back, just so I could have a goddamn look at her. Glorious, beautiful lace covered her breasts. Lavender. “My fantasies didn’t live up to this. To what a stunning woman you are.”

“Cameron?” My name toppled off her lips in a whine. But my hands were busy moving up, my palms trailing over her skin, fingers reaching her breasts and closing possessively around them. Her eyes fluttered closed. “Make us feel good.”

Us.

I was tipped over the edge.

An incomprehensible sound left my mouth, and I returned her hands to the desk, curving my body over hers. I unzipped her jeans, pushed my hand in, and encountered more of that lace. Making sure I’d touched her only over her panties—or I’d really fucking lose my mind—I trailed my fingers over her folds. “My Adalyn, so wet and perfect.”

Adalyn spasmed beneath me, and my hips thrusted against her ass.

I moved my fingers, exerting pressure when I reached the top, then drawing circles over her clit.

“Out there,” I told her, bringing my other hand to my cock and stroking myself as I stroked her. “You can boss me around. Say the word and I’ll obey. You have me wrapped right around your finger.” I felt her grow restless under my rough touch, the fabric of her panties now drenched. I tunneled into my fist, helplessly pressing my hips into her. “But behind closed doors?” I released us both, turned her around and all but shoved her onto the desk. I moved into her, fitting myself between her open legs. “In here,” I told her, meeting her gaze. I pumped myself into my fist, my knuckles pressingagainst her folds. We both bit back a groan when my cock grazed her drenched panties. “In here, it’s me who’s in charge.”

Her lips parted with a whimper that I knew was a yes. A please. A confirmation. A green light. And when I resumed moving, jerking into her as I stroked us both, her arms moved around my neck.

“Cameron,” she said, voice beautifully broken.

I pressed my forehead to hers, bucking into her. “Come, love.” I moved, making sure my tip was hitting the right spot with every thrust. “Come and I swear, I’ll fuck you so good and long tonight.”

Adalyn’s whole body spasmed, and I went right behind, spilling all over her belly. She looked down, and her gaze turned as hazy and blissed out as I’d ever seen, making me want to rip her panties off and slip right into her. I’d be hard again in a minute. I’d been permanently hard for days.

But I didn’t. I rested my forehead to hers, and then, I wrapped my arms around her body, bringing her to me. I couldn’t stop myself, I couldn’t help it. I wanted her right there. Beneath me, against me, in my arms. I wanted to be inside this woman, in any way I could.

Her lips touched the corner of my mouth, as if she’d known exactly what I was thinking, and I moved, taking them with a hard and desperate kiss. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more. But I stepped back. Without a word, I gently pulled her arms out of her now ruined blouse and cleaned her belly off with it.

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