Page 98 of The Game
“Now it’s my turn,” he says, kissing me as he carries me to the kitchen table, before laying me on top of it.
He drags my pants down my legs, while I tear at his t-shirt, wanting his skin on mine. He grabs a hold of his shirt, pulling it off his body before he lowers himself in front of the table, directly in front of my cunt.
He wastes no time, dragging my thong off before his tongue starts circling my clit.
“Fuck, Alexander,” I moan, feeling overwhelmed with the pleasure he’s giving me.
Adding his fingers to the mix, he starts fucking me, driving his tongue and fingers in and out, making me thrash across the table.
He holds me down as he continues playing my body like his own personal instrument.
“Sarah, let go, be a fucking good girl, and give me all you have.”
I go over the edge, tightening my legs around his head as he rides out my orgasm.
“You ready for me, baby?” He asks as I regain my breath, helping me out of the last clothes, leaving us completely naked.
His body truly is a work of art, all ripped muscle and fine lines. He drags me closer to the edge of the table, lining his cock up at my entrance.
When he starts teasing me, pulling the head against my swollen clit, I beg.
“Alexander, please. I need you.” He pushes into me, and I grab his arms, holding on as he starts thrusting into me.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he says, laying a hand on top of my chest, pushing down and holding me in place as he ups his pace, driving harder and faster into me.
I take his other hand and guide it toward my throat, encouraging him to choke me—another kink I’ve never dared to spring on anyone.
His hand has been traveling to my throat during sex, and I want him to know that I want this.
I want everything with him.
With Alexander, everything feels natural, perfect.
The intense look he gives me as understanding dawns is almost enough to send me over the edge. He squeezes gently, not enough to cause any harm, but enough to heighten everything: his scent, his touch.
When Alexander starts circling my clit, the other hand still choking me, and his cock is driving me into the table, I fall apart, screaming his name. He continues thrusting into me, finding his own release.
“Hell, Sarah. You might just kill me, but at least I’ll die a happy man.”
I chuckle under him, pushing his hair back, all messy and sweaty, and so fucking sexy.
“Yeah, I know the feeling,” I tell him, as he lifts me up and carries me into the bathroom.
Soon enough, those walls are put to good use, once again.
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The next morning, I wake up snuggled close to Alexander. I turn in his arms, cuddling closer to his chest.
“Morning, baby,” I say, kissing his stubble. His strong arms bring me as close to him as possible.
“Morning, angel.” He kisses my lips as his fingers trail down my body, waking up my libido in his wake.
“Up for some morning sex?” He asks, a hopeful tone in his voice.
The weekend is our favourite time, as we get to actually stay in bed for as long as we want, no work obligations calling us, on most days at least.
Sometimes, there are games, and it will be different, but still. Not having a 7 a.m. wake-up call is nice.
