Page 13 of Huge Games

"Show me what I've been missing."

She doesn't need to ask twice. I remove my belt with one hand, tearing the leather from the loops fast and hard. Her mouth drops open at the whip-crack of the sound it makes.

Interesting.

I toe off my shoes and lose the socks—there's nothing less sexy than a dude standing around naked in footwear—then drop my jeans.

Celine's focus zeros in on my cock, which is a very obvious bar in my tight black boxer briefs. "I've had dreams about that night." Her hand trails gently over the outline, sending a shiver of sensation up my spine and over my scalp. This girl is going to kill me.

I don't admit that I've thought about that night a lot as well. Mostly alone with my left hand working. "Celine. Fuck." I grab her beneath the ass with one hand, pulling her high against my body. Her legs wrap around my waist, clinging on as she gasps. Our mouths find each other, and we slide into a kiss that feels like mayhem. I can't breathe; I want to get inside her so much.

When her back hits the wall, it knocks the breath from both our lungs. Celine throws her head back, baring her throat, and I run my tongue over her pulse until I'm close to her ear. "Shall I fuck you now, Celine? Tell me what you want."

"Hard. Fast. Jesus, Mazur. Just give me your dick already."

With a heart that feels like it's beating hard enough to punch its way out of my chest, I release my cock, pushing her panties aside, and thrust deep in one slick motion that makes Celine scream and forces me up on my toes.

Oh god. It feels so good. So right. I can't even breathe.

I grind up inside her, pressing my hips against her sweet little pussy, relishing the wetness between her thighs like sweet pudding. Each thrust is a violent punctuation of my craving for her. I’m out of my mind, kissing her so deeply my jaw aches, shoving down her bra until her breasts are bare, and leaving hickeys all over her skin.

I'm deep, but I want deeper.

I yank her away from the wall, striding across my room with her clinging to me like a koala. I lower her onto the bed, still embedded deep, resting her legs over my shoulders before I fold her in two. That's it. That's it. Fuck.

"Oh god," she cries out. "Oh…oh… don't stop."

"Fucking come for me," I growl, keeping the unyielding tempo but adding more force to each slam of my hips. Celine's eyes roll, and her pussy clamps down so hard, I see stars. Her body jerks, spasming under my weight. I rest a hand over her heart and feel the explosive race as she orgasms violently.

I keep going, focusing on her pretty, parted lips. I lean back, looking between us at the sweet patch of red curls at the apex of her thighs. She's dyed her hair, but this part of her is still as I remember it. I close my eyes as heat licks over my balls until my cock swells and everything tense inside me for weeks and weeks spills between Celine's thighs.

Oh fuck. It feels so damned good.

So damned good. "Mmmm," I groan. Sweat trickles down my back as I pump slowly into her, easing my cum deeper and deeper, watching my cock disappear into her sweet little pussy.

She trembles, and her legs shake. I like knowing that I wrecked her. If I want more, which I do, she has to know she can't get better anywhere else.

I don't want to pull out. She feels so good. So perfect beneath me. Celine blinks up at me, her pupils still blown so wide, her eyes are almost as black as mine.

"Fuck, Elias. That was…"

I rest a finger over her lips. "It was." There's no point in either of us sliding into something emotional after sex.

Yes, fucking Celine is the best sex I've ever had. Yes, she makes me smile with her sassy humor and fierycharacter. She’s not afraid to bite back or to go for what she wants. I respect that. But that's it. That's as far as it goes, for both our sakes. I don't date, and even if I did, Celine's rebounding hard, which is not a foundation for building anything new.

But that doesn't mean I won't enjoy this for what it is.

I roll onto my back and pull Celine against my chest, staring up at the ceiling I face every night.

"Girl, you rock my world," I tell her.

"You smash mine into a million tiny pieces."

We stare at each other, and I take in the tiny freckles that dust her nose and cheeks like glitter and the pout of her bottom lip. I've kissed all the makeup from her face, but that's okay. I like her better this way.

I let my hand roam her hip and ass, and then I slick my finger between her legs. She's dripping what I shot inside her, and the sensation that I've claimed her makes my balls tighten again. Instinct drives me to push what's leaking out back up inside her.

"We didn't use protection," I say. "You were on birth control last time."

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