Page 11 of In The Game

I nod. I feel more than he realizes.More than he intends.His eye contact is intense as he studies my face. For a second, I wonder if he’s feeling the same way I am, but that would be impossible. He’s Barrett Conway, and I’m the last condom in his drawer.

His thrusts are more passionate than before. I don’t want to look at him anymore. It hurts.

“Turn off the light, Bear.”

He shakes his head. “Forget it.” He flips us so I’m on top. “Let’s see that split.”

I nod and focus on doing a stupid split. It helps relax me.

Just have fun. Don’t take it so seriously.

I force a smile at his challenge. Pushing against his chest, I adjust myself and bring one leg up to his shoulder, the other in the opposite direction, parallel to his body.

“Fuck,there you go.”

I align myself with him and settle onto his cock, letting out a small nervous laugh that turns into a whimper.

He traces a line from my ankle, at his shoulder, to my hip.

“I knew you could do it. Very impressive.”

I return to the kneeling position so I can ride him better. How does this feel so good? Soright. His hands reach around and grip my ass, and he lets out another growl.

“This here”—he slaps my ass and I grind against him—“makes me so fucking hard. You have an incredible body, Raleigh.”

Thanks, I work really hard at it so I can get attention from players like you.Regardless, I appreciate the compliment. I lean back to give him a better view of me, and roll my hips. His jaw tics, and he’s hard focused, like he’s trying to deflect or something.

Now it’s like a game. I like games, they’re distracting.

“You going to come already?” I tease.

“I’ll be honest, I’m struggling a little.”

“I can see that.” I chuckle. I sit up on my knees, and when he leaves my body, I shudder at the void left behind. I grab his hands and bring them up to my breasts and then slide them to my ass.

He blows out a breath. “Get on this cock, Raleigh.”

I shake my head. “Nuh-uh. You have to wait.”

“I’m a lot of things, love. But patient isn’t one of them.”

“Just Raleigh.” I can’t have him call me that word again. “Or Ral.” I bring his hand to my mouth and suck on his fingers.

“You think you’re pretty cute, huh?” His other hand comes down on my ass in a loud clap, and I gasp. He pushes me off and shoves me down on all fours.This is what I need.Behind me, he glides through my folds, making me moan. He drives inside and I clench down.

“Christ, Ral. You aresotight.” Deep thrusts fill me, and I fan my fingers to brace against the headboard. “And wet. So fucking wet for me.”

I grit my teeth and whine; it feels so good. I’m so close. The familiar twinge of pleasure wraps around the base of my spine. His fingers dig and the marks he leaves on me will be all that’s left of him after tonight. I’ll take them. As much as it’s going to suck leaving, I want the memory etched on my skin.

When he leans down to whisper in my ear, I smile with anticipation. “You’re mine now. Be my good bunny and take every inch.” He groans and slaps my ass again.

Bunny.

The word cuts deep. I push the term out of my mind and allow the physical pleasure to capsize all the negative thoughts piling on. My legs spasm and shake as the orgasm rolls through me. He grips my hips harder as he takes me, chasing his own climax. I squeeze my eyes shut, seeing spots.

“Give me another. You can do it.”

Bunny.

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