Page 107 of The Game
I hear his clothes drop behind me before his weight comes onto the bed behind me. His hand travels down over my ass, over my hips, and down to my cunt.
“Fuck, Sarah. You’re so wet. I need to spank you more often.” I lean my weight back against him, happy to find him as naked as I am.
“Alexander, please.” He places one hand on top of my nape, whilst he uses the other hand to tease my folds with his cock.
I try to push against him, but he holds me firmly, before he moves into me in a hard thrust. He starts a punishing pace, fucking me hard and deep, making me cry out for him.
Suddenly, my hands are freed, but Alexander makes quick work and flips me over before pinning my hands above me, his hold strong. He takes off the top, making me meet his intense gaze as he pushes into me again.
“So fucking perfect,” He growls as he leans down, kissing me.
Eventually, he lets go of my hands, and I grab his ass, pushing him harder into me.
“Alexander, fuck, I’m close,” I tell him, feeling the pleasure building.
Just as I go over the edge, he follows, collapsing on top of me.
I love feeling his weight on my body.
“That was perfect,” I say, enjoying the aftershocks of our sex.
Alexander kisses my chest, before he moves up my throat before catching my lips.
“Yeah, it was.”
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When the buzzer sounds, Samantha and I jump up from our seats, the excitement boiling over from another win for Chicago.
This time in an away game.
They played brilliantly, and I’m feeling hopeful that they might be working their way out of the bad period.
You can never take anything for granted, but I’m feeling optimistic about their progress over the last few weeks.
“Yes! They did so well!” Samantha exclaims, hugging me as we enjoy the cheers of the arena.
We start making our way down.
Work is calling.
When I spot Alexander, his eyes are already trained on me.
I give him a small smile, and he winks at me.
We’ve decided to talk to the media team before being too affectionate around the team or in official settings. Alexander said, and I quote, “I couldn’t care less what anyone has to say”.
Still, I want to do this properly, and therefore, I need to talk to Henry and make sure we’re all in the clear.
I go around, shooting content, and getting short comments from the guys.
I’m filming Noah when I sense his presence. He leans down to whisper in my ear.
“These jeans are killing me, Sarah, trust me, tonight you won’t be able to persuade me to do anything else than fucking you.”
I’m wearing a pair of dark denim jeans, which hug my legs and butt in all the right places. My new lingerie is waiting for Alexander to unwrap underneath.
The desire between us only seems to burn brighter the more time we spend together.
