Page 89 of The Game
“Sarah, crawl into my lap,” I tell her, seeing her eyes widen at my words. She gulps, her breathing deepening as I look into her eyes.
“You’re not serious,” she tells me, her voice small, but I also sense her curiosity and desire.
“Dead serious,” I say, and to prove my point, I lean over, a hand going under her ass, helping her out of the seat and into my lap.
“What now?” She breathes into my lips as I start kissing down her neck, my hands slowly caressing her back, down to her ass, and over her legs.
I grab a hold of her hair, tugging until her eyes level with mine.
“Now, you’ll take out my cock and feel just how much I am yours,” I challenge her.
I’m in a constant state of arousal around this woman, but having her close, taunting me about my teammates having a shot with her, well, that has awoken the caveman inside me.
Sarah unzips my trousers before her hand disappears inside my boxer briefs. When she feels how hard I am, her eyes widen, making me snicker.
“Start pumping me, baby,” I tell her, and she watches me as she starts doing what I tell her.
My own hand travels up under her dress, and when I feel bare skin under the dress, I quirk an eyebrow at her.
“And what do we have here?” I ask as I lift up her dress, revealing stockings underneath.
“Stockings and no underwear seem more appropriate whenever you’re near,” she tells me, and I couldn’t agree more.
I make small movements up and down the inside of her thighs, teasing her as she continues to stroke me. Just as I’m about to reach her heat, I make my way down her thigh again.
“So, which team player exactly had a chance with you?” I ask, making deliberate movements, not quite reaching the parts she wants me to touch most.
“No one,” she tells me, pushing closer to my body, eager for my touch.
“Hm, I think I recall you telling me otherwise,” I kiss her throat, my hand once again nearing her heat.
“I was lying,” she says, desperation in her tone.
“Who do you belong to, Sarah?” My other hand goes around her throat, squeezing gently.
“You,” I reward her by plunging my finger inside her heat, finding her wet and ready for me. I add a second finger, making Sarah whimper.
“That’s right, Sarah. You’re fucking mine. Don’t ever forget that.”
I love watching her pleasure, it’s addictive.
When she’s nearing the edge, I decide to take this a step further.
How I ever thought we could make it past dinner without a good fuck is beyond me.
This woman is slowly but surely turning me insane, and I’m all here for it.
“Now, you’ll be a good girl, and ride my cock, show me just how much you enjoy being mine,” I growl against her lips, kissing her hard.
Sarah positions my cock at her opening before sinking down, making both of us cry out in pleasure.
“Alexander, fuck, I’m so yours.” She grips my shoulders tightly in her hands, bouncing hard on my cock.
“Yeah, you are. I’ll fuck you every day, remind you just how mine you are.”
My words turn her movements frantic, chasing her pleasure as I edge her on. Just like everything else, I’ve never been a possessive man before her. But just like everything else with her, every aspect is heightened.
Knowing she likes to fuel the fire, bringing out the beast, makes me want her even more.
