Page 111 of The Game
“Fuck.” We both say, overwhelmed with pleasure.
I start a punishing pace, knowing we should be quick considering our location.
Sarah meets me every thrust, dragging her nails into my back as I fuck her hard.
I use my thumb to circle her bundle of nerves whilst I fuck her mouth with my tongue at the same pace as my cock in her cunt.
“Come on, my love, come all over this cock,” I tell her, holding her hips as I continue driving into her.
That does the trick, and Sarah comes with me.
When we’ve cleaned up as good as we can, we make our way to The Rove.
The party is in full swing, the bar slightly more alive than usual.
Just as I get inside, I spot my family.
They must have decided to surprise me.
The joy spreads in my body, then I remember my woman and how she’s going to meet my family, freshly fucked and not entirely prepared beforehand.
I halt my steps, stepping in front of Sarah.
“Baby, I just spotted my parents and brother Cameron. They must have decided to surprise me. Are you ready to meet them?” I soothe my arms up and down her arms.
“Christ. You were just inside me, Alexander. Okay, I can do this.”
She runs her hands through her hair.
Luckily, I didn’t mess it up as much as I usually do, knowing we were going to be socializing afterward.
We make our way over to my family, who all light up when they see Sarah. They’re probably more excited to meet her than me.
“You must be Sarah!” My mom exclaims, pulling her straight into her arms for a hug. My dad is next, also gathering her in his arms.
My family is affectionate, but Sarah doesn’t seem to mind.
Cameron hugs me, congratulating me on making it into the playoffs.
“I also think congratulations are for landing such a beautiful woman,” he says, mainly to Sarah, as he also hugs her whilst she chuckles.
“Nice to meet you, Cameron.”
We find a table and sit down, ordering celebratory drinks.
Having my family here on such a special night in my career is fantastic. They’ve been with me the whole way, from starting hockey at age 3, to leading my team to the playoffs.
“We made the right call when deciding on coming tonight,” my dad says, pride in his eyes.
Sarah squeezes my hand in her own, gazing up at me.
“Yeah, it’s been a special night,” I tell them, the emotions running high.
Even our coach was a little teary-eyed when the game was over. A special moment for him too, as we’re the first team he’s coached that’s made it into the playoffs.
“We’ve already looked at tickets, we’ll try to catch as many games as possible,” my mom says.
I make a mental note to book them into a nice hotel or buy them an apartment to stay in.
