Page 84 of The Game
“The whole ‘captain’ thing may have gone a little too far, I’m sorry about that,” I tell him, feeling like I’ve withheld something important from him.
He kisses my forehead.
“Don’t be sorry, baby, I knew I would get it out of you someday, and the reward was worth every minute. But do tell, when did you actually use my name, as you said you just don’t use it in front of me.” He really doesn’t miss anything in our conversations, this man.
I press my boobs harder into his chest, leaning down to his ear before whispering.
“When I made myself come every night, thinking about you.”
The sound Alexander makes resembles more an animal than man, and he flips us over again.
“Fucking hell, Sarah. Now I really need to hear about those fantasies of yours.” He starts kissing down my body, dragging his teeth and tongue across my skin, making the hairs on my body stand up.
“Every night you say?” He asks as he continues lowering himself down my body. He grabs a hold of my thighs, spreading them apart.
“Alexander, I don’t think I can handle anymore,” I tell him, but my body tells him a different story. My hand is already in his hair, pushing him down toward my heat.
“Oh, you definitely can, Sarah. I’ll reward you real good when you start spilling about those fantasies of yours.” He flattens his tongue against me, making me buck and cry out.
The sensitivity is on overload.
“Sarah, fantasies. I’m waiting.” He stops his movements, making me feel like I’ll fucking die if he doesn’t give me an orgasm soon.
“Fuck, Alexander. There are so many,” I tell him, feeling breathless from his touch and words.
“Start with some of them, baby.”
“Sometimes, we’re fucking at the arena, in a dark corner, and you’ll gag me for making too much noise.”
He instantly rewards my talking by lowering his tongue again, dragging it through my folds.
“After you kissed me, I imagined what would happen if I didn’t run out.”
“Mhm. That’s been my favourite go-to fantasy this last week as well, baby,” he murmurs against me, as he adds his fingers to the mix. Even though I’d like to question him about his fantasies as well, I really need that orgasm right now.
“Alexander, please,” I beg.
“Please, what?” I can fucking hear his enjoyment, having me desperate for his touch and release.
“Fucking make me come, you asshole.”
That earns me a quick pinch to one of my nipples, surprising me, or rather, the pleasure that follows right after.
Another first with this man. He seems to know my body even better than I, watching my every move, making sure I’m feeling good.
“Such a fucking brat. Hold on, baby.”
Alexander is a man on a mission, and soon enough, I’m crying out his name again as he makes me cum.
He kisses up my body, and I’m still catching my breath when he gets to my lips.
“Hm. Fucking delicious,” he says, dragging me across his body as he gets comfortable.
I rest my head on his chest, but sit up right again when I see the clock nearing two in the morning.
We’ve been having sex for hours, and honestly, I don’t see us stopping any time soon.
“You need your sleep, captain.” He scoffs at that.
